“Soldier’s waltz”

It is a sad war-time song.

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

“Soldier’s waltz”

(Translated by Andrey)

You didn’t see your she-friend 
And the road to your home for a long time.
So fill your iron mug
By your frontline 100 grams[1]. 

Take a guitar,
Tighten a string
And sing soldier’s song!
Sing about your home,
About the time
When we shall return home.
Sing about your home,
About the time
When we shall return home.

We forgot neither faithfulness nor duty
But we have to admit, my friend,
That we loved not enough 
Our beloved she-friends before the war.

All our tenderness
Which we with you, soldier,
Preserved in a mortal combat,
We shall bring in our heart
For our wives
When we shall return home.
We shall bring in our heart
For our wives
When we shall return home.

Finished military service,
We shall gather on a peacetime table
Where we shall recall soldier’s friendship
And we shall fill our soldier’s mugs.

We shall recall our of soldier’s tune
In current peacetime
With some sadness.
We shall sing about combats,
About old friends
When we shall return home.
We shall sing about combats,
About old friends
When we shall return home.


Remarks of Andrey:
[1] According order of the NarKom (Minister) of Defence all the soldiers who were in a frontline 
got 100 grams of alcohol every day while they were in frontline.

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

The Russian version (translit):

"Soldatskii val's"

Davno ty ne videl podruzhku,
Dorogu k znakomym mestam.
Nalei zhe v zheleznuiu kruzhku
Svoi boevye sto gramm.

Gitaru voz'mi,
Strunu podtiani,
Soldatskuiu pesniu propoi!
O dome svoiom,
O vremeni tom,
Kogda my verniomsia domoi.
O dome svoiom,
O vremeni tom,
Kogda my verniomsia domoi.

Ni vernost', ni dolg ne zabyli,
No vsio zhe priznaemsia, drug,
Chto malo kogda-to liubili
My nashikh bestsennykh podrug.

Vsiu nezhnost' svoiu,
Chto v smertnom boiu,
Soldat, sberegli my s toboi,
My v serdtse svoiom
Zhene prinesiom,
Kogda my verniomsia domoi.
My v serdtse svoiom
Zhene prinesiom,
Kogda my verniomsia domoi.

Zakonchiv pokhodnuiu sluzhbu,
Za mirnym domashnim stolom
Pripomnim soldatskuiu druzhbu,
Soldatskuiu kruzhku nal'iom.

I chut' zagrustiv,
Soldatskii motiv
Pripomnim my mirnoi poroi,
Spoiom o boiakh,
O starykh druz'iakh,
Kogda my verniomsia domoi.
Spoiom o boiakh,
O starykh druz'iakh,
Kogda my verniomsia domoi.