Текст песни Володимир Вермінський - У лісі на полянці

Rebel song

Oh, in the woods, in the clearing
Old father will pass,
I made my way along the way
Our guerrilla department.

On the way there is a cart,
And on it a red cross,
And a voice can be heard from the lead
It will be over soon.

The nurse was sitting there,
It's hard on her heart,
Her husband was shot,
My heart was bleeding.

One asks: “Write already
To my family. "
The second asks: “Write already
To my girlfriend. "

She writes, he dictates:
"How are you, dear?
I'm lightly wounded at the front,
I'll be home soon. "

And he spoke a low word,
Came back lightly,
Rejecting the right hand
The soul came out of him.

Oh, in the woods, in the clearing
Old father will pass,
I made my way along the way
Our guerrilla department.