Текст песни Evgenia Sergeevna - на кургане

It smells of summer, it smells of mint,
And a fog spreads over the Volga ...
At the hour of the rendezvous, at sunset
Come, my dear, to the mound.
Above the mound is a hurricane,
All sweeping, the war swept.
Here the soldiers died,
By shielding us from death.

At the foot of the obelisk
On the guard are young trees ...
We'll sit together, we'll sit close,
So, to hear each other's hearts.
I'm dearer and dearer
A man can not be found anywhere.
Can not, can not, can not
The heart here is lying on the mound! ..