Текст песни Л.Лядова и Н.Пантелеева - Ехал я из Берлина

I was traveling from Berlin
Music: I. Dunaevsky Lyrics: L. Oshanin

I was traveling from Berlin
On the way to the line,
On passing cars
He rode home from the front.
I went past Warsaw
I went past the Eagle -
Where Russian glory
All paths passed.

Hey, meet,
With the victory Congratulations
Pretty hands
Tighter hug.

Very distant distances
We went with friends
And nowhere to be seen
Best of our land.
Our beautiful sun,
And I say, not concealing:
Best of our girls
There is not, friends.

During the spring nights,
For the home country
But for brown eyes
I went to war.
You luxuriant blossom,
Gold edges
You kiss hot,
My dear!

Hey, meet,
With the victory Congratulations
Pretty hands
Tighter hug.

1945