Waltz between fights by Evgeny Dolmatovsky

1

The night is short,

The clouds are t’mort.

And lies in handbreadth mine

Your hand unfamiliar sort.

After the alert

Town sleeps well.

I heard random waltz melody

Looked in here for an hour such short.

Refrain

Even though  you are  unread yet tome

And far from here is  my family  home

I seem once  to be again now

Near home at my native small town.

At this  empty cold hall

We dance alone night whole

So tell me the word now

I don't know what about.

2

We'll circle bends

Sing and make friends.

I completely forgot  rules of  dancing,

And I ask  to excuse my movements.

Morning again

Back to campaign;

Leaving your small and tenderly town,

I will pass by your lovely  gate.

Refrain

1943, Stalingrad