overtaken everyone again, the spring of forty-fifth year, the danube has waited for you for so long, balstruski on the square of free vienna, a soldier played the accordion, vienna remembers, the alps and the danube remember, that blooming and shining bright may, a wreath in a russian waltz through the years, the heart remembers, will never forget, remembers ve. the alps and the danube will remind, that blooming singing bright may, a whirlwind in a russian waltz will fold the years, the heart remembers, will never forget. when night embraces the city, and quietly lights the stars, and the song caresses the heart, our minsk sleeps tired in the fall. only a veteran, a partisan of the past war cannot sleep, the night has disturbed the wounds in him, the memory of the heart to speak again go into the topic guys. again the ambush is silent at night, but they beat into the silence machine guns, a hot howl nods, the sky is ablaze again, someone is shooting furiously, throwing you onto the grass, and the stars are circling with you. and even if you bleed, and even if you die, but you still win, and by