Текст песни Владимир Асмолов - Фронтовые Песни

Many war songs sounded
Just not for us more than that
That she began her journey
To the accordion in the dugout front.
And sometimes the heart stops
In the midst of evening silence
If someone quietly sings
A song that returned to us from the war.

How did they dream
As they loved
How they wanted to return home with a victory! -
If on peaceful days
To us who did not know war
Their voice flies alive.

An evil bullet cut off a song
But near death itself on the edge
Picked her up again like a banner
Friend of a soldier who fell in battle.
And sounded again over the battlefield
Where ripe bread burned
Is it a song that has become fate
Either fate has become a song!

Many war songs sounded
Just not for us more than that
Songs that walked in the greatcoat
Long expensive frontline.
We were born in a peaceful spring,
But the harmony sounds in the evenings -
And the songs come like letters
From the front are addressed to us.