Текст песни Юрий Щербаков - Когда мы покидали свой родимый край

When we left my dear region,
And silently went to the east,
Above the quiet Don
Under the old maple
In the distance I saw your handkerchief.

I did not hear your words, my love,
But I know that you'll wait for me in anguish.
Do not list crimson,
And our wounds
Burned on river sand.

Pitted shells moaned steppe
Standing over Stalingrad black smoke,
And for a long time
In a black Volga
I dreamed of you and Don over him.

Through the storms and blizzards came to us in February,
As a holiday, conquered in battle,
And here we are again
The walls of Rostov
In his father's expensive edge.

So hello, turned gray, my love,
Let falls and spins snow,
On the bank of the Don,
On maple branch
On your tear-stained handkerchief.