My apologies, but it isn't a camping1,
Nor a waterhole for the horses to roam,
Self-propelled artillery gunners
Brought their vehicles through the blind snowstorm.
CHORUS:
Yet the airborne troops are listening to the music,
And every one of them had left far behind
Twenty-eight tough miles of courage
Which by snow have been multiplied.
Their sergeant should say very firmly:
"Let's get moving, it's almost dawn.
We'll begin the meticulous drying
Of each chute that was used in the drop."
CHORUS
Not from fairy tales and not from the legend
Paratrooper cadets have been dropped.
Old Spidola2 is tuned to Handel,
Melting ice from the rifles falls off.
CHORUS
1. in the original "tabor" - a Romani camp formed by horse-drawn wagons.2. the first mass-produced transistor radio with short wave band in the Soviet Union.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VEF_Spidola