Author of quotes: Alexei Alexandrovich Surkov

Beats in close stove fire
On logs resin as a tear,
And sings to me in the dugout, accordion
About your smile and eyes.
About you I whispered to the bushes
In snow-white fields near Moscow.
I want to hear you
How longs my voice alive.

You're far, far away
Between you and snow and snow...
Before you reach me is not easy,
And to death four steps.
Sing, harmonica, in spite of the snowstorm,
Lost happiness call.
Me in a cold dugout warm
From my unquenchable love.

The glory of the immortal cover
In battle their names.
Only the brave heroes
The joy of victory was given.
Daring to win strives
A bold way forward.
Fortune favors the brave,
Daring bayonet takes.