In the front FOREST
Lida
With birch, inaudible, weightless,
Fly yellow leaf.
Old Waltz & quot; Autumn Dream & quot;
He is playing the accordion.
Sighed, complaining, bass,
And, as if in a trance,
Sit and listen to the men -
My comrades.
Under this waltz spring day
We went in a circle,
Under this waltz in the land of their own
We loved her friends;
Under this waltz we caught
Points favorite light
Under this waltz we grieved,
When the girlfriend is not.
And he again sounded
In the woods near the front,
And everyone listened in silence
About something expensive;
And each thought of his,
Remembering that spring,
And everyone knew - the road to it
Conducted through the war ...
May the light and joy of previous meetings
We shine in the hour,
And if the ground will have to go,
So there is only one time.
But even death - in the fire, in the smoke -
Fighter will not fear,
And put someone -
Let each make.
So what, my friends, since it's our turn -
So be strong steel!
Let our hearts not freeze,
Do not tremble hand;
The turn, the time has come -
Come on, friends, let's go!
For all that we lived yesterday,
For all that wait for tomorrow!
1942