Текст песни Евгений Трофимов - Солдат, приходи домой

Night fell to the ground
behind the fogs in the distance
the woman in the window was praying
in black mourning cry.
On the lips a man’s name,
and eyes of hope are full.
"Lord, give me back my son!
Let him come already from the war. "

Let the evil winds not bring news.
Let all the roads are overgrown with grass.
There I have been waiting for mothers since the war for their beloved sons.
Soldier, come home!
There I have been waiting for mothers since the war for their beloved sons.
Soldier, come home!

Only the old icon of power gives faith to her!
The lips repeat again: "The son will return, the son will come!"
Life is not subject to prayer
but it’s more painful than a needle in the chest.
Know that in 50 unhappy
mother survived her son!

Let the evil winds not bring news.
Let all the roads are overgrown with grass.
There I have been waiting for mothers since the war for their beloved sons.
Soldier, come home!
There I have been waiting for mothers since the war for their beloved sons.
Soldier, come home!

And if it happens that night will come,
and I dozed off, then open the door.
Wake up your steps and see.
Soldier, you came home!

But the door didn’t open, and tears burst forth
and the candle went out, and there was no more strength.
"I prayed to God, but all is useless!
I screamed to my son, but the answer is not heard. "

Let the evil winds not bring news.
Let all the roads are overgrown with grass.
There I have been waiting for mothers since the war for their beloved sons.
Soldier, come home!
There I have been waiting for mothers since the war for their beloved sons.
The soldier did not come home!