Lyrics Песни Военных Лет - В землянке
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Бьётся в тесной печурке огонь,
На поленьях смола, как слеза.
И поёт мне в землянке гармонь
Про улыбку твою и глаза.
Про тебя мне шептали кусты
В белоснежных полях под Москвой.
Я хочу, чтобы слышала ты,
Как тоскует мой голос живой.
Ты теперь далеко-далеко.
Между нами — леса и луга.
Мне дойти до тебя нелегко -
Замела все дороги пурга.
Пой, гармоника, ветру назло,
Заплутавшее счастье зови.
Стало в нашей землянке тепло
От моей негасимой любви.
Я любовь, что в душе, как маяк
Пронесу сквозь тоску и бои,
Чтоб увидеть, родная моя,
Мне счастливые слёзы твои.
И гармоника, будто в ответ
Песню радостной встречи поёт,
Словно ты посылаешь привет,
Словно имя ты шепчешь моё.
A fire is beating in a close stove,
On the logs, pitch is like a tear.
And he sings to me in the dugout
About your smile and your eyes.
The bushes whispered to you about you
In the snow-white fields near Moscow.
I want you to hear,
How longing my voice is alive.
You are now far, far away.
Between us - forests and meadows.
It's not easy for me to reach you -
Has blown all roads of a blizzard.
Sing, harmonica, to spite the wind,
Distracted happiness call.
It became warm in our dug-out
From my uncontrollable love.
I love that in my heart, like a beacon
I'll carry through grief and battles,
To see, my dear,
I'm happy with your tears.
And the harmonica, as if in response
The song of a joyful meeting sings,
As if you send greetings,
Like the name you whisper mine.
On the logs, pitch is like a tear.
And he sings to me in the dugout
About your smile and your eyes.
The bushes whispered to you about you
In the snow-white fields near Moscow.
I want you to hear,
How longing my voice is alive.
You are now far, far away.
Between us - forests and meadows.
It's not easy for me to reach you -
Has blown all roads of a blizzard.
Sing, harmonica, to spite the wind,
Distracted happiness call.
It became warm in our dug-out
From my uncontrollable love.
I love that in my heart, like a beacon
I'll carry through grief and battles,
To see, my dear,
I'm happy with your tears.
And the harmonica, as if in response
The song of a joyful meeting sings,
As if you send greetings,
Like the name you whisper mine.