Текст песни Владимир Бунчиков - Грустные ивы

Poems Zharov
Music M. Blanter

Sad willow bowed to the pond,
Month floats on water.
There, at the border, he was on duty
At night, the young soldier.
The terrible night he did not sleep, awake,
Guarded native land.
In most forest he heard steps
And he lay with a gun.

The black shadows in the fog grew,
A cloud in the sky is dark ...
The first shell landed in the distance -
Since the war began.
It is difficult to keep one soldier,
It's hard to fight off the attack.
So I had him at dawn
Head honestly add up.

Sad willow standing by the pond,
Month looks from the height.
Sleepy shore whispers water
The name of the hero of the country.
Together with the victory of the halcyon days
In the back edge ...
At night, the lights on a quiet outpost
The newly lit friends.

1943