на поле танки грохотали (Na Pole Tanki Grokhotali)

Tanks rumbled in the field
Soldiers went into the final battle
And the young commander
Was carried with a head wound

A dummy hit the tank
Farewell, dear crew
Four bodies near the tank
Will fill the morning landscape

They will extract us from under the wreckage
Lift the frame on their shoulders
And the salvos of turret guns
Will escort us on our final journey

And telegrams will fly here
To inform relatives and loved ones
That your son will not return
And will not come to visit

In the corner, an old mother will cry
An old father will wipe away a tear
And the young one will not recognize
What end the guy had

And the card will gather dust
On the shelf of yellowed books
In military uniform, with epaulettes
And he will no longer be her fiancé