remembers, the alps and the danube remember, that shining, singing, bright may, a whirlwind in a brussian balsa through the years, the heart will remember... will never forget, over the beautiful gray vienna, baal floated with pelts and fire, it sounded sometimes tenderly, sometimes passionately and... spring has 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