Марк Бернес - Враги сожгли родную хату - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Basically, this song is "filled" everywhere in a later execution, where Mark Naumovich performs it differently, in poetic form. But this earlier version in my opinion is more penetrated and fulfilled the true depth of the inherent creativity M. Bernes.

Enemies burned their native huts throat all his family

Where to go to a soldier to whom to carry his sadness?

Gone soldier in deep mountain on the intersection of three roads

Found a soldier in a wide field of grass crumpled tuberculosis

Standing soldiers and as if kisya was stuck in his throat

Said Soldier: meet the Praskovaya Hero Hero Hero

Prepare for the guest treats the chop in the widespread table

Your holiday your holiday returning to you I came to celebrate

Nobody answered no one answered him

And only a warm summer wind grass grave rocked

Sighed the soldier belt corrected revealed the bag marching his

The bottle of bitter put on the gray stone of the coffin

- Do not condemn me Praskovya that I came to you

I wanted to drink health and should drink for rest

Make friends friends, but do not come together.

And drank soldier from copper mug wine with sad in half

He drank a soldier of a servant of the people and spoke with pain in his heart

- I went to you four years I have conquered three powers

Khmelel Soldier Treet Rolled Sleeve Sleepless Hope

And on the chest it was glowing the medal for the city of Budapest