The Enemy Burned My Family Home - ww2 people - the sity afther WW2

Enemies have burnt native house Ruined his family Where to go now to the soldier To carry your sadness I went soldiers in deep grief At the intersection of two roads Soldiers found a wide field Overgrown with grass mound Should soldiers like lumps Stuck in his throat He said soldiers Meet Praskovja Hero of her husband Prepare treats for the guest Cover with a table in the house His feast day is your one will return To you I come to celebrate No soldier did not answer No it is not met It was only a warm summer evening Grass shook the grave Sighed the soldiers straightened belt He opened his bag camp Bitter bottle set On the gray stone coffin Do not blame me Praskovja What I have come to you so I wanted to drink to the health And to drink for the dead Friends get together again girlfriend But do we ever get together And the soldiers drank from a copper mug Wine with grief in half He saw a soldier servant of the people And with a heavy heart saying I went to you for four years I won three powers Becoming exhilarated soldiers tear rolled Tear Lost Dreams And on his chest shone Medal of Budapest Medal of Budapest