Текст песни народный исполнитель - На опушке леса старый дуб стоит

On the edge of the forest
Old oak stands
And under this oak
Partizan is.

He is not breathing
And as if asleep,
Golden Curls
Wind stirs.

And over it the old woman,
His mother, standing.
She was crying bitterly,
Son says:

"Well I raised you,
But it is not laid up.
And now the grave
It saves you.

And when he was born,
Old Man beat the Germans,
Somewhere near Odessa
Shatters.

I was left a widow.
Seven children.
You're the youngest,
My dear Andrew.

Were you the most courageous,
The Germans beat soundly,
Order of heroism
The award was given.

Oh, sore heart
According to you, Andrew.
Tell me, son,
His mother. "

Behind the old woman
The commander is,
Gently and quietly
He says to her:

"Do not cry, my dear,
He fell a hero. "
And the old lady of the land
Silence lifted.

"For a country home
Pal he was not alone.
We fascist bastards
Hard to avenge. "