Текст песни А. Твардовский - Отец и сын

Perhaps all misfortune
From field mail:
He was considered dead
And he came alive.

Alive covered in glory
Rejoice, family!
Looks - around strangers.
- And where is my wife?

- She waited so long
So great is the war.
With your experienced friend
Your wife got along.

“So where is he?” With him in his own way
Talk to me.
But people answer:
- He died in the war.

Wife of the second grief
I could not stand it. She
Lies in the hospital. Memory
Her dark is dark.

And like a soldier
No more strength.
He whispers a little in a whisper:
“And my daughter?” He asked.

And people dare not
Having lied in trouble help:
- In winter at a school desk
The daughter is killed by a bomb.

Oh, you’d better not ride
Soldier, go home from the war!
But he is still going
To ask: - And my boy?

- Your son is alive, healthy,
He was waiting for you alone.
And hugged like brothers
Father and son boy.

Like battle brothers
Like bitter friends.
“Don’t cry,” the boy shouts,
Don’t dare - you must not!

And he fell on his head
To my father’s shoulder.
- Take me with you,
I want to live with you.

- Take it, take it, my boy,
You will leave with me
To the front where I fight
In our regiment, in our own home.
1943