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Thunderstorm us go back,
Barely heard thunder.
For a long time the soldiers did not see his mother,
Oh, how long ago he was not at home!

Around the soldier still dark,
Above him the tops of pine trees rustle,
And who knows only one thing -
Is it Spring or Fall.

To make it easier to remember
Distant light of his native land,
He picked up the accordion and began to play,
Gently fingering the frets.

Friends sleeping in the dugout for a long time,
And the song is heard in the thicket.
And who knows only one thing -
Sadness harmony or laughs.

He went through a long rain and hail
Dear one, that in the winds.
And from that time I recognized the soldiers -
Winning gift is not given.

And on the overcoat cloth
Water flows with raw birch
And who knows only one thing -
This raindrops or tears.