Текст песни Ирина Гутина - Зинка

Zinka

         In the memory of a brother-
         Hero of the Soviet Union
         Zina Samsonova

  1

We lay down at the broken spruce.
We are waiting for when it starts to lighten up.
Under the greatcoat, the two of us are warmer
On the chilled, rotten ground.

"You know, Julia, I'm against sadness,
But today it does not count.
At home, in the apple forest,
Mother, my mother lives.
You have friends, beloved,
At me - only she one.
It smells of smoke in the house,
Beyond the threshold, spring is bubbling.

The old one seems: every bush
A troubled daughter is waiting ...
You know, Julia, I'm against sadness,
But today it does not count.

We warmed up barely.
Suddenly the order: "To come forward!"
Again nearby, in a crude overcoat
The fair-haired soldier is coming.

  2

Every day it became bitterer.
We went without rallies and banners.
In the surroundings fell under Orsha
Our battered battalion.

Zinka led us into the attack.
We made our way through the black rye,
By funnels and gullies
Through mortal boundaries.

We did not expect posthumous fame.
We wanted to live with glory.
... Why in bandages bloody
A light-bearded soldier lies?

Her body is her overcoat
I covered myself, my teeth clenching ...
Belarusian winds sang
About the Ryazan deaf gardens.

  3

"You know, Zinka, I'm against sadness,
But today it does not count.
Somewhere, in the apple grove,
Mother, your mother lives.

I have friends, my love,
You had her alone.
It smells of smoke in the house,
Beyond the threshold is spring.

And the old lady in a colorful dress
The icon lit the candle.
... I do not know how to write to her,
So she does not expect you ?!

1944