The song about the Battle of the Caucasus. by Vladimir Visotski

Verce

The sunset burned with the fire of a blade.

Death was egely  looking for its preys

The battle will be tomorrow, but pro tem

The platoon dug into the cloud snap

And left along the pass travers

Chore.

Stand out every talking  mantion -

Forward and upward, and then…

After all, these are our mountains —

They will help us in a moment!

They will help usin a moment !

Verce

And before the war at this slope gate

A German took with you in conjunction,

He fell down, but was saved by Russian mate.

And now, perhaps, he alone inveterate

Prepares his machine gun for battle action..

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Verce

You are here again, you are all collected —

You are waiting for the cherished signal.

And that guy — he is here too, expected,

Among the shooters from "Edelweiss" fostered

They must be thrown off the pass! to hell.

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Verce

The platoon climbs up, and by the river -

The one with whom you used to go in pairs.

We are waiting for the attack to the point of wistfulness

But the brave Alpine shooters “Edelweiss”

Today, for some reason, are not in. their  best…

Chore