Translation - In the Dugout

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.