Текст песни Орфей - Военное попурри минус

& quot; Eh, path-path front & quot;

Through the rivers, mountains and valleys,
Through a blizzard, fire and black smoke
We drove cars,
Going round mines,
On the road-roads front.

Chorus:
Eh, the path-path front!
Do not be afraid of us any bombing,
It's too early for us to die -
We still have business at home.

& quot; Dark Night & quot;

Dark night only bullets whistle through the steppe
Only the wind buzzes in the wires the dim stars twinkle
On a dark night, you know that you do not sleep
And at the cot you secretly wipe a tear
How I love the depth of your affectionate eyes
How I want to cuddle them now with my lips
Dark night is shared by our beloved
And the troubled black steppe lay between us

& quot; Dark-skinned & quot;

One summer at dawn
I looked into the neighboring garden,
There is a dark-skinned Moldovan woman
Gathers the grapes.
I blush, I turn pale,
I wanted to suddenly say:
"Let's stand over the river
Zorky summer meet! & Quot;

Ragged maple is green, the sheet is carved,
I'm in love and confused with you.
Maple is green, yes maple is curly,
Yes raskudyarny, carved!

& quot; In the forest with the frontline & quot;

With the birch unheeded, weightless
 A yellow leaf flies off,
 Ancient waltz & "Autumn dream & quot;
 A harmonist is playing.
 Sigh, complaining, bass,
 And, as if in oblivion,
 Sitting and listening to fighters,
 Comrades of mine.

And here he sounded again
 In the forest near the front,
 And everyone listened and was silent
 Something expensive.
 And everyone was thinking about his own,
 Recalling that spring,
 And everyone knew - the road to it
 He leads through the war.

& quot; Sparkle & quot;
On the position of the girl
Filled the soldier,
In the dark night I was forgiven
On the steps of the porch.

And while behind the fog
I could see a boy,
On the window at the girl's house
Everything burned a light.

The guy met the glorious
A front-line family,
Everywhere there were comrades,
Everywhere there were friends.

But the familiar street
He could not forget:
"Where are you, dear girl,
Where are you, my flame?

Do not cry the girl.
As if the winds from the mountains trumpet the soldiers collecting
The road from the threshold is far away
And dropping his handkerchief so that no one sees
The girl's hand wiped off the tear

Do not cry the girl will be raining
The soldier will come back, just wait
Let your loyal friend far away
Love in the world is stronger than separation