В землянке [V zemlyanke] [English translation]

Logs burn bright in my cramped little stove

On the wood, flowing tar, like a tear

The accordion sings to me here,

In my dugout, of your eyes and smile

Beyond Moscow, in fields full of snow,

On each bush the leaves whispered of you,

And I want now for you to hear

All this longing in my living voice

You are now far away, far away,

And between us lies snow beyond snow

To reach you is not easy to do,

To reach death – only four little steps

Sing, accordion, to spite the wind

Call the happiness that’s lost its way

In my bitter cold dugout, I’m warm

From a love that will never burn low