Текст песни Эдуард Асадов - Письмо с фронта

Mama! You write these lines to me,
I send you my son's greetings,
I remember you, my own,
So good - no words at all!

You read the letter you, but you see the boy,
A bit of a lazy and always in time
Running in the morning with a briefcase under his arm,
Whistling carefree, for the first lesson.

You are sad, if I was a physicist,
Severe deuce diary & "decorated",
I was proud when I was under the arches of the hall
I read my poems with fervor to the children.

We were carefree, stupid,
We did not really appreciate everything that we had,
And they understood, maybe, only here, in the war:
Friends, books, Moscow disputes -
All - a fairy tale, all in a haze, like snow mountains ...
Let it be so, we will return - we will estimate twice!

Now there is a respite. Coming near the edge,
The guns froze like a herd of elephants,
And somewhere in the middle of the woods,
As in my childhood, I hear the voice of a cuckoo ...

For life, for you, for your native land
I'm going to meet the leaden wind.
And let between us now kilometers -
You are here, you are with me, my dear!

In the cold night, under the untidy sky,
Bowing, I sing a quiet song
And together with me to distant victories
Soldier's road invisibly go.

And no matter how much the war threatens me,
You know, I will not give up while I'm breathing!
I know that you have blessed me,
And in the morning, without flinching, I go into battle!

E.Asadov