Это была любимая фронтовая песня Юрия Никулина. На каком- то концерте в 90- ых он ее даже поет вместе с однополчанами-фронтовиками.

Restless flames twist and toss in the stove,
Resin shines on the wood like a tear,
An accordeon sings about love,
And your eyes and your smile reappear.

Bushes whispered about you to me
In these snow fields near Moscow, near home...
Oh, my love, if it only could be,
If you heard me here singing alone.

You are far, far away at this hour,
Snows between us and winter's hard breath.
To rejoin you is not in my power,
Though just four steps divide me from death.

Sing, accordeon, scorning the storm,
Call back joy, drive off sorrow and doubt.
In the cold of the dogout I'm warm
Of the fire of our love won't go out.

Soloist : Leonid Pshenichniy
Date of recording : 1992