Текст песни Советские песни - Поля изрытые лежат

Music G. Suslov, the words G. Portnov.

The fields are dug,
Orphaned look up at the sky.
For a year already
The owner was not at home.
And somewhere is waiting for his spring,
Bird talk,
Yes, he led the war,
For the forests, for the mountains.

Why did you do war,
Rye field a battlefield?
The earth is burned with fire,
Each piece is wounded.
The earth was plowed for many days
Tanks and shells,
And only wormwood rose on it
With a swan near ...

The earth was smoldering with gunpowder,
She forgot the smell of bread,
And she would have a warm rain
And the blue sky.
Yes to the far side
Under their sunsets
Home would be back from the war
Russian soldiers...