Текст песни Иван Скобцов - Уралочка

Uralochka
Music: Aram Khachaturian
Words: Grigory Slavin
1943

My girlfriend is distant like a Christmas tree in the snow
I can’t forget that Christmas tree-uralochka.
I left home a long time ago, but I still remember
Her very special Ural conversation.

Try to understand the letter from my urals:
She sent boots to the front, and writes to me: "Pima."
On every word, it’s hot: everything is “that,” yes “that,” yes “that,”
But no one has ever seen such a turner.

My distant news is not so easy to reach
But you, my daughter-in-law, work, do not be sad.
And if an uninvited lump gets up in the neck,
Well, my ural, cry and you are a bit.

But our cause is true, do not shed tears!
Free, happy for a hundred years we will live.
I'll come and play a wedding
And soon, we’ll think of a son together.