| The war took away the soldiers The fields are pitted, They look in the sky with abandoned look. It is for a few last years When a soldier was not at his home! But somewhere a spring in his homeland is waiting for him, And the talks of his homelands birds are waiting for him. But the war took him away; It took him away very far, beyond many forests and mountains Why did you, war, turn a rye field Into a battlefield? The land is burnt by a fire, The each plot of the land was wounded severely! The land was ploughed for many days Only by tanks and shells. And only wormwood and goose-foot Came up on the land The land became permeated with the smell of powder, The land forgot the smell of corn. But it wants a warm rain And a blue clear sky! And the land wants the Russian soldiers To return from the far land to their homelands sunsets. It wants all the Russian soldiers To return at home from the war |
