Текст песни Виктор Селиванов - Перелески, перекаты

Music: Leonid Bakalov Lyrics: Yakov Shvedov

Woods, rifts ...
The native land!
Soldiers went to training
At noon, in the heat.
And forests and fields
Go far ...
Girls with flowers stood up
On a way.

You young soldiers
The path is far.
Stay, dear ones,
At least an hour!
And happily and richly
We live,
Enough room for all soldiers
At the table!

And then the soldiers said
In response to them:
- Today, relatives.
Simply no!
We accept the invitation:
We will come
After summer school
In the evening.

Woods, rifts ...
The native land!
Soldiers went from training
To your camp.
We passed, remembered
Along the way
How the girls were invited
To stay.

1949