Текст песни Владимир Нечаев - За горами, за Карпатскими

Just around the corner, behind the Carpathian
Music: G. Nosov Lyrics: A. Churkin

Just around the corner, behind the Carpathian
Where smoke soldier fires,
The valleys and ravines before dawn burn,
Brown eyes singing about a young soldier.

Soldiers sang about the Russian steppes,
Where paths are twisted tight.
Where is the promised house in the wind steppe
Old maple rustles warmly by native window.

There are clear in early month,
That shines on the white garden,
On the village girl out, spit on her shoulders
On the steep far Berezhko
Another met.

And the soldiers listened to the song.
Even a sigh is not violated.
It flowed away, wide,
In the silence of the night
About the girl's eyes are brown, and about the house mother.