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I write to you, Seryozha
Stuck to you, my son
And you write that you miss too
And in September you will turn home

And outside our window there are gypsies
They guess at you, my son
And that girl with brown eyes
For a long time, Seryozha, waiting for you home

You will come home, they will turn out like bees
"Tell me, aunt, how is Seryozhenka business?"
One has tears gleamed
Looks like that younger angle

Spring came, everyone drove away cattle
Greeding into the field of juicy grass
And that mountain ash that we had
Pahan cut down a booze for firewood

September came, you write me Seryozha
You, dear mother, don't wait for me home
The camp court judged me by new
For the fact that my friend and I cut the convoy

And the deadline was given to us a huge-hearth
As much as soldiers served under Peter