"Eh, roads"

It is soldiers’ very famous Soviet sad song. Russian TV play it often in television broadcasts about the war.

********************************************************************************************

"Eh, roads"

(Translated by Andrey)

Eh, roads,
It is dust and a fog,
It is cold weather, alarms
And steppe wild grass.
You can not know
Your fate,
May be, you will die
In this steppe.

Dust is eddying under boots –
We are going through steppe, 
We are going through fields,
And a fire is roaring around,
And many bullets are whining.

Eh, roads
It is dust and a fog,
It is cold weather, alarms
And steppe wild grass.
A shot is fired,
A raven is whirling,
And your friend lies dead
In wild grass.

The sun is rising
In a pipe-tree land,
And mother is waiting her son
Nearly the home porch here.

And through boundless paths, 
Through a steppe,
Through fields
The dear yeas are looking the whole time on us,
The dear us.

Eh, roads,
It is dust and a fog,
It is cold weather, alarms
And steppe wild grass.
Friends, let's recall snowfalls,
Let's recall strong harsh winds,
We have no to forget
These roads.

1945

********************************************************************************************

The Russian version (translit):

"Ekh, dorogi"

Ekh, dorogi -
Pyl' da tuman,
Kholoda, trevogi
Da stepnoi bur'ian.
Znat' ne mozhesh'
Doli svoei,
Mozhet kryl'ia slozhish'
Posredi stepei.

V'iotsia pyl' pod sapogami
stepiami, 
poliami,
A krugom bushuet plamia
Da puli svistiat.

Ekh, dorogi -
Pyl' da tuman,
Kholoda, trevogi
Da stepnoi bur'ian.
Vystrel grianet, 
Voron kruzhit,
Tvoi druzhok v bur'iane
Nezhivoi lezhit.

Krai sosnovyi,
Solntse vstaet,
U kryl'tsa rodnogo
Mat' synochka zhdet.

I beskrainimi putiami, 
stepiami, 
poliami,
Vse gliadiat vosled za nami
Rodnye glaza.

Ekh, dorogi -
Pyl' da tuman,
Kholoda, trevogi
Da stepnoi bur'ian.
Sneg li, veter - 
Vspomnim, druz'ia,
Nam dorogi eti
Pozabyt' nel'zia.

1945