В ЛЕСУ ПРИФРОНТОВОМ. Музыка Матвея Блантера, стихи Михаила Исаковского. Перевод и исполнение - Татьяна Сосункевич

The birches leaves are falling down Like feathers slow and soft. An oldest waltz “The Autumn Dream“ Is heard as lightest waft. With basses’ sounds as they can moan, My soldiers side by side, All listen to the monotone And sit on waterside. To sound of waltz we used to dance On warm and lovely nights; To sound of waltz as in romance We loved girls under lights. To sound of waltz we caught the glance Of girls’ beloved eyes, To sound of waltz we had a chance To grieve alone at nights. And here it sounds again and loud In front-line forestland, We sit and dream not out loud Of something close to heart. And we are thinking of our loves, Remembering that spring. And we all know the route to her Is laid through warplane ping. Let cheerful joy before the war Be our light of life. And if they want us buried here It’s our treasured strife. And don’t let death in smoke and fire Make you afraid and scared, Be brave and if you have to die It’s your debt to the slain.