In The Forest Frontline

 

In The Forest Frontline

A yellow leaf is flying
Inaudible and weightless
From the birch trees.
A harmonist is playing
An old Waltz "Autumn Dream".
Basses sigh complaining
And as if in oblivion
Fighters, my comrades,
Are sitting and listening.
With this waltz on a spring day
We went to the circle.
With this waltz
We loved girlfriends in the native land.
With this waltz we caught
The light of beloved eyes,
With this waltz we were sad
When there was no girlfriend.
It sounded again
In the forest frontline
And everyone listened and was silent
Thinking about something dear
And everyone thought about his girl
Remembering that spring
And everyone knew the road to her
Goes through the war.
So, friends, since it’s our turn,
May the steel be strong!
May our heart not freeze,
Our hand does not tremble.
May the light and joy of past meetings
Shine in difficult times,
And if you have to lie in the ground,
It happens just once.
But let death on fire, in smoke
Not frighten the fighter
And what everyone is to,
May everyone do.
The time has come,
Come on, friends, come on!
For all that we lived yesterday for
And for everything we wait from tomorrow.