Текст песни уральский хор - на опушке леса

In the woods
Old oak stands ,
And under this oak
Partizan is .

He is not breathing
And as if asleep,
golden curls
Wind moves .

Old woman in front of him
His mother stands
Tears shed ,
Son says:

"You was born ,
Dad beat the enemy ,
Somewhere near Odessa
Head folded .

Well I raised you ,
Do not have laid up ,
And now the grave
Will be here , yours.

Well I was left a widow -
Five children.
Well you were the youngest,
My dear Andrew.

You became the most courageous ,
Enemy hard hit .
Order with a star
Wore on his chest .