“In a front zone forest”

It is an excellent song. Music is beautiful - it is soft firstly but became stronger and stronger then.

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“In a front zone forest”

(Translated by Andrey)

Weightless yellow leafs are falling
Noiselessly from birches.
The ancient waltz “An autumnal sleep”
Is being played by a harmonist.

Accordion plays this waltz and it looks like it sighs and complains,
And my comrades-soldiers are sitting 
And are listening
Like they are in a reverie condition.

We danced in a spring day 
Under the sound of this waltz,
We loved our beloved girls in home land
Under the sound of this waltz;

We caught the light of the beloved girl's nice eyes 
Under the sound of this waltz.
We were sad, when the beloved girl was not nearly us,
Under the sound of this waltz.

But here this waltz sounded again
In the front zone forest,
And everyone listened it
And dreamed about something what was dear to him.

And everyone recalled that spring
And thought about his beloved girl.
And everyone knew the way to his beloved girl
Is going through a war . . .

So let the light and the gladness of our peacetime meetings
Will shine to us in a difficult hour,
And if we had to die
So it will be only once.

But let even the death in a smoke and a flame 
Will not frighten a soldier,
And let everyone will do all
What he must to do.

So, friends, if it is our turn to fight bravely
So let a steel will be firm!
Let our heart will not waver,
Let our hand will not begin to shiver,

It is out turn, it is time to go,
so let’s go forward, friends!
Let's go forward for our past peaceful life,
For everything what we dream to get in future!

...

Weightless yellow leafs are falling
Noiselessly from birches.
The ancient waltz “An autumnal sleep”
Is being played by a harmonist.

Accordion plays this waltz and it looks like it sighs and complains,
And my comrades-soldiers are sitting 
And are listening
Like they are in a reverie condition...

1943

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The Russian version (translit):

"V lesu prifrontovom"

S berioz, neslyshen, nevesom, 
Sletaet zhioltyi list. 
Starinnyi val's «Osennii son» 
Igraet garmonist. 

Vzdykhaiut, zhaluias', basy, 
I, slovno v zabyt'i, 
Sidiat i slushaiut boitsy - 
Tovarishchi moi. 

Pod etot val's vesennim dnem 
Khodili my na krug, 
Pod etot val's v kraiu rodnom 
Liubili my podrug; 

Pod etot val's lovili my 
Ochei prekrasnykh svet. 
Pod etot val's grustili my, 
Kogda podrugi net. 

I vot on snova prozvuchal 
V lesu prifrontovom, 
I kazhdyi slushal i mechtal 
O chiom-to dorogom; 

I kazhdyi dumal o svoei, 
Pripomniv tu vesnu, 
I kazhdyi znal - doroga k nei 
Vediot cherez voinu... 

Pust' svet i radost' prezhnikh vstrech 
Nam svetiat v trudnyi chas, 
A kol' pridiotsia v zemliu lech', 
Tak eto zh tol'ko raz. 

No pust' i smert' - v ogne, v dymu 
Boitsa ne ustrashit, 
I chto polozheno komu, 
Pust' kazhdyi sovershit. 

Tak chto zh, druz'ia, kol' nash cheriod,- 
Da budet stal' krepka! 
Pust' nashe serdtse ne zamriot, 
Ne zadrozhit ruka; 

Nastal cheriod, prishla pora,- 
Vperiod, druz'ia, idiom! 
Za vsio, chem zhili my vchera, 
Za vsio, chto zavtra zhdiom! 

S berioz, neslyshen, nevesom, 
Sletaet zhioltyi list. 
Starinnyi val's «Osennii son» 
Igraet garmonist. 

Vzdykhaiut, zhaluias', basy, 
I, slovno v zabyt'i, 
Sidiat i slushaiut boitsy - 
Tovarishchi moi... 

1943