Текст песни Марк Бернес - Полевая почта

When with friends, we remember
About our life's battle,
One of the first to raise the toast,
Toast to address the health field.
    Let splashing rain, flooding the trenches,
    The whole earth is no dry place.
    When it comes to e-mail field,
    Soldier heated with warm distant.

Who was at the front, at the forefront,
He will justify and will understand the fighter,
Which, death and bullets despising,
Ready to dance with a letter.
    Frost and zharoyu opalёnny,
    Four years went by the war fighter,
    And after frontline postmen
    They brought greetings from the family's hearts.

The village distant mother crying from happiness,
After learning that the son of a healthy and vibrant.
She knows that through the battle and bad weather
Brings Triangle Field.
    Ran the year, but we do not forget
    On the right front of another life,
    And toast, friends, love to raise
    We are for health-mail field.