Текст песни Ван Вейден - Мой отец умер на фронте

My father died at the front

My father died at the front.
I saw him only on a photo,
the stories of mothers,
I have a copy.
his voice in my notes.

My father died at the front.
all say that he is a hero.
I would have been proud of,
But who is he?
that the mother had to raise one?

My father died at the front.
under the blows of the rain I read,
his letters,
from the front.
and I find something familiar.

My father died at the front.
these lines in my head,
maybe I still small,
to understand,
who is this my father?

My father died at the front.
The news came from the outside,
I remember well the day
as
a dream he came to me.