Текст песни Павел Кашин - Про тебя мне шептали кусты

Sophia Krevs
Beats in close stove fire,
On logs resin as a tear ,
And sings to me in the dugout squeeze
About your smile and eyes.

About you I whispered bushes
In the white fields near Moscow.
I want to hear you ,
How longs my voice alive.

You're far, far away .
Between us and snow .
I walk up to you easy,
And before his death - four steps .

Sing, harmonica, blizzard spite,
Call to get lost happiness .
I dug in the cold heat
From my unquenchable love.
November 1941