Singer: Walk the field

Sing, my accordion!
In light posticalis we to stupor.
Beer corn, still pour,
Still sing and will play the cards!
Sing how the light shines in the native window
That we of other roads is not given.
Sing, and our songs will not be lost
Sing that somewhere love us, love and miss!


Walk polgarmesteri catalysator

Cigarette smoke in the cabin melts,
Ah, the track of the miles series.
The song breaks the heart
The food, the food from the army home!
I'll go over the bridge by the river,
Sneaking into the yard on the sly,
Hello, nice porch house,
Hello, old man! Hello, is me!

Oh, Russia, our mother!
Tired to fight.
Oh, Russia, native home,
I arrived home!