A girl to the war mortal position
Saw off the soldier to march,
In the dark night said goodbyes
On the steps of the porch.
And while behind the dense fog
The fellow could see in turning,
On the small window maidenlike
A light was brightly burning.
The boy was met by a glorious
Front-line family, there was shared.
Comrades were very familar,
Friends were realy everywhere.
But he could not forget at all
The quiet familiar street:
— Where are you, my dear girl, fairly?
Where are you, my light lit?
And a distant she only friend
Sends the boy a letter short,
That her maiden truly love
Will not ever be mort;
Everything, that was then wished,
Will come true in its time,
The golden light will not vanish of
And go out before time.
And it is so spacious and joyful
In the soul of the brave fighter
From such a short good sincere,
From her soulful letter.
And the hated baleful enemy
The boy beats firmly so -
Just for the Soviet Motherland,
For the native light also.