In the Dugout

 

In the Dugout

The fire twists in a cramped stove
On the logs there’s tar, like a tear.
And a little accordion sings to me in the dugout
About your smile and eyes.

Bushes whispered to me about you
In snow-white fields near Moscow.
I want you to hear
How yearning my lively voice is voice.

You're far, far away now
There is snow and snow between us.
It’s not easy for me to reach you
Though just four steps divide me from death.

Sing, accordion, in spite of blizzard,
Call for the happiness which has gone astray.
I'm warm in the cold dugout
Because of my unquenchable love.