All right, we'd better try quacking like the ducks. I'll show you. That's how the drake calls to the duck. Let's make an arrangement: Two quacks will mean the enemy's in sight. Three quacks means get back to me.
Thank God those Germans don't have a professional hunter with them. I smelled you out long ago.
Through blood and dust, a horse of the steppe is running, and tramples grass...
I loved you once:
Of love, perhaps, an ember Within my soul is not extinguished yet;
But let that be no prompting to remember, Or be a cause of sadness or regret.
I loved you once, quite hopeless, dumbly tender, by jealousy and diffidence oppressed;
I loved you once with such complete surrender as may God grant you may again be blessed.
Those born in the years of bane, don't remember the path they tread.
We, the children of Russia's pain, haven't the strength yet to forget.
Those burning years of destruction! The harbinger of madness, or of hope?
The days of war, the days of insurrection Have stamped our faces with a bloody glow...
Have stamped our faces with a bloody glow.
You're a bright star,
Lighting forever A dark,
somber soul!
You have inspired...
As he was saying: Will you belong to me? So my life be Passion and fire. A smile so charming, Your eyes' fascination Promise forever A bliss of desire. Now he was happy, Now burst in tears, Now he was happy, Now burst in tears!
No, he did not love... To me, poor heart,
So he was saying...
And another night fell on the sleepy mountains.
In the bonfire smoke the eyes of the campers glow.
The wind has died down with the last song's words.
Maybe it went somewhere looking for you, though.
What if all of them happened to come here,
To this great place, where the glaciers are heard.
Many a friend I meet, traveling here and there.
But why is it so that you I meet not?
I'll go on searching, hopeful and willing,
Even if it'll take me ages following you.
I'll go on searching, because I have a feeling
That in a faraway country I shall find you!