Текст песни Ігор Особік - Карпатський вальс

Spruce, solid spruce,
Black snow filled the taiga.
Far, how far to you,
Will I ever come back to you?
Far, how far to you,
Will I ever come back to you?

And free, I'm still free,
I think of you.
To you I flow a spruce, |
I will die in the Carpathians, though I will die in Siberia. | (2)

Fate is our bondage,
One is preparing us to participate:
Will die, as befits heroes, |
Or survive and rise again to the bloody battle. | (2)

Cars, echelons go -
Stages of the devil's punishment.
But there is no regret, |
We did not win the freedom, but we have not lost yet. | (2)

Wait! Enemies, wait!
There will be a storm! There will be fire and thunder!
Get up! Get up strong in spirit! |
There will be terrible revenge, we will beat the enemies! | (2)