Restless flames twist and toss in the stove, Resin shines on the wood like a tear, An accordeon sings about love, And your eyes and your smile reappear.
Bushes whispered about you to me, In these snow fields near Moscow, near home... Oh, my love, if it only could be, If you heard me here singing alone.
You are far, far away at this hour. Snows between us and winter hard breath. To rejoin you is not in my power, Though just four steps divide me from death.
Sing, accordeon, scorning the storm, Call back joy, drive off sorrow and doubt. It the cold of the dogout I am warm Of the fire of our love won't go out.
Второй вариант:
The fire beats in the tiny hearth, On the logs, resin drips like a tear. An accordion, in the blindage, sings to me About you, your smile, and eyes.
The trees have whispered of you to me, In the snow-white plains of Moscow, I want you to hear just how much longs For you, my living voice.
You are now very far, very far, Between us is snow and more snow To reach you - the journey's so long, But to death, only four steps.
Sing, harmonica, in spite of the blizzard. And call for lost happiness. I'm warm in this cold blindage, From my everlasting love.
И еще вариант практически не помню, причем именно его мы и пели: In my dugout the брейзис (?) bright glow on each log shows (?) an amber like tear An accordion now sing soft (?) and low to your eyes and you sweet smile, my dear in the plains near Moscow we lay and each шраг (куст?) whispered gently my dear this sad love song i'm singing today this sad love song i wish you could hear А вообще пели и землянку, и орленка, бухенвальдский набат (men stand up and listen, stand and listen, you will hear loud and clear, a dread and monfull nell. Buhenvald gives warning to the planet, with its talking bell, with its talking bell...), много песен. Я училась в английской спецшколе, или, как это называлось, "с преподаванием ряда предметов на английском языке". И у нас регулярно проходили конкурсы патриотических песен на английском между классами. Жаль, тетрадка с текстами не сохранилась.
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Date: 2007-11-13 12:14 am (UTC)Resin shines on the wood like a tear,
An accordeon sings about love,
And your eyes and your smile reappear.
Bushes whispered about you to me,
In these snow fields near Moscow, near home...
Oh, my love, if it only could be,
If you heard me here singing alone.
You are far, far away at this hour.
Snows between us and winter hard breath.
To rejoin you is not in my power,
Though just four steps divide me from death.
Sing, accordeon, scorning the storm,
Call back joy, drive off sorrow and doubt.
It the cold of the dogout I am warm
Of the fire of our love won't go out.
Второй вариант:
The fire beats in the tiny hearth,
On the logs, resin drips like a tear.
An accordion, in the blindage, sings to me
About you, your smile, and eyes.
The trees have whispered of you to me,
In the snow-white plains of Moscow,
I want you to hear just how much longs
For you, my living voice.
You are now very far, very far,
Between us is snow and more snow
To reach you - the journey's so long,
But to death, only four steps.
Sing, harmonica, in spite of the blizzard.
And call for lost happiness.
I'm warm in this cold blindage,
From my everlasting love.
И еще вариант практически не помню, причем именно его мы и пели:
In my dugout the брейзис (?) bright glow
on each log shows (?) an amber like tear
An accordion now sing soft (?) and low
to your eyes and you sweet smile, my dear
in the plains near Moscow we lay
and each шраг (куст?) whispered gently my dear
this sad love song i'm singing today
this sad love song i wish you could hear
А вообще пели и землянку, и орленка, бухенвальдский набат (men stand up and listen, stand and listen, you will hear loud and clear, a dread and monfull nell. Buhenvald gives warning to the planet, with its talking bell, with its talking bell...), много песен. Я училась в английской спецшколе, или, как это называлось, "с преподаванием ряда предметов на английском языке". И у нас регулярно проходили конкурсы патриотических песен на английском между классами. Жаль, тетрадка с текстами не сохранилась.