Nightingales, nightingales, do not disturb the soldiers,
Let the soldiers get some sleep,
Few let go to sleep.
He came to us at the front spring,
The soldiers had no time for sleep -
Not because guns are beaten,
And because singing again,
Forgetting that there are fights,
Nightingales sing crazy.
Nightingales, nightingales, do not disturb the soldiers,
Let the soldiers get some sleep,
Few let go to sleep.
But the war for the nightingale!
In fact the nightingale's own life.
Not sleeping soldiers, remembering the house
And garden green over the pond,
Where the nightingales sing all night,
And in the house waiting for the soldier.
Nightingales, nightingales, do not disturb the soldiers,
Let the soldiers get some sleep,
Few let go to sleep.
And tomorrow will again be a fight -
Oh well appointed destiny,
That we leave nedolyubili,
From our wives from our cornfields;
But with each step in the battle
We are closer to home in their native land.
Nightingales, nightingales, do not disturb the soldiers,
Let the soldiers get some sleep.
Nightingales, nightingales, do not disturb the soldiers,
Let the soldiers get some sleep.
