Владимир Нечаев - С берез не слышен
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With birch, sled, bride,
Flies yellow leaf.
Vintage Waltz "Autumn Son"
Plays a harmonist.

Sigh, complaining, bass,
And, as if in forgetting,
Sit and listen fighters -
My comrades.

Under this waltz spring day
We went to the circle,
Under this waltz in the edge of the native
We loved girlfriends;

Under this waltz caught we
Ocho favorite light,
Under this waltz we were sad
When there are no girlfriends.

And now he sounded again
In the forest, front-line,
And everyone listened and silent
About something expensive;

And everyone thought about his
I remember that spring,
And everyone knew - the road to her
Leads through the war ...

So, friends, since our turn, -
May Steel will be strong!
Let our heart are not lit
Does not tremble hand;

Let the light and the joy of the previous meetings
We are shining in a difficult hour
And I will have to go to the ground,
So it is only once.

But albeit death - on fire, in smoke -
The fighter will not be afraid
And what is supposed to someone
Let everyone commit.

It came a turn, it's time to come, -
We go, friends, go!
For everything that we lived yesterday,
For all that we are waiting tomorrow!