Текст песни Владимир Бобриков - Довоенный романс, довоенные сны...

The pre -war romance

Vladimir Bobrikov

Pre -war dreams ... and all the dead are alive for now ...
And the boots creak ... And the steps are not heard ...
And separation and death is far away.
On the Kremlin stones, a pre -war parade.
Marshal jumps on a white horse
And, welcoming later the dead soldiers,
Dies in the native side.

And again in the camps the pre -war poet
He talks about a great country.
There is neither him nor his interlocutor,
And Basil Blessed is worth it.
And the widow, who still does not know about widowhood,
Regrets the letters of relatives.
Pre -war romance and confession in kinship
They drown out the steps of the witnesses.

The pre -war romance of the pre -war spring.
The children are alive and the mother is young.
And the smiles of the thirties on the faces of ordinary ones,
And did not become universal trouble.
Today everything is like then - the Lord is fair to us
And Balia Vasily is worth it ...
Pre -war romance, pre -war motive
Is it really to be sung.