Translation - In the Dugout

2021.02.16

Happy Valentines Day to all those who are with someone they love. For all others, here is a translation of a Russian song from the Second World War.

In the cramped stove the fire burns on,
From the burning logs sap streams like tears.
And the dugout accordion’s songs
Brings your smile and eyes to my ears.

I heard whispers of you from the trees
In the snow covered fields around.
All I wish is that you could hear me
And my live voice’s longing sound.

You are now far away, far away,
Between us there is snow upon snow.
To reach you it’s a hard, broken way,
But to death, it’s but four steps to go.

Sing, accordion, to spite the gale,
Call the long lost joy back to its home.
From the heat of our love without fail
In this bitter cold dugout I’m warm.

Sing, accordion, to spite the gale,
Call the long lost joy back to its home.
From the heat of our love without fail
In this bitter cold dugout I’m warm.


Translation - Hello, mother, so I'm writing you again.

2021.02.09

A translation of a song from the Chechen wars. Link to song.

Hello, mother, so I'm writing you again.
Hello, mother, as I said, all is well here.
All is well, and the sun is shining yet,
And in the mountains stands a fog.

Mom can't know, how hard it can be up here,
Mom can't know, how we march here year by year,
How the youth of our lives does pass away --
Here in Dagestan, where war reigns...

The crash and roar of frags, we march onwards in ranks.
Off somewhere in the distance, gunshots ring.
The crash and roar of frags, the tracers make their tracks
And from the destruction the whole earth sinks.
The helicopter flies, and we march on and by,
And you and I won't retreat back.

Young and carefree, we came down to this cruel land,
Dagestan, where war holds its harsh command.
I'll remember for all time those cruel May days
And the faces of the slain.

The crash and roar of frags, we march onwards in ranks.
Off somewhere in the distance, gunshots ring.
The crash and roar of frags, the tracers make their tracks
And from the destruction the whole earth sinks.
The helicopter flies, and we march on and by,
And you and I won't retreat back.

Here's my discharge, here I come back home again.
Hello, mother, I'm alive and I am well!
I looked into my dear mother's aged eyes
Saw the toll of all the lies...

The crash and roar of frags, we march onwards in ranks.
Off somewhere in the distance, gunshots ring.
The crash and roar of frags, the tracers make their tracks
And from the destruction the whole earth sinks.
The helicopter flies, and we march on and by,
And you and I won't retreat back.