One time I met an old woman,
It was war veterans meeting I went with my grandfather.
And this was her story.
In the war she lived in occupied territory
And someone knocked her door early in the morning.
Fife men in military uniform were holding
A young poor dressed man,
She had never seen before.
They asked her if she knew who he was.
She looked at him, shaking, scared, but smiled and started to cry:
He is my brother, let him go.
They let him go, pushing to her.
This man stayed at her house for a while,
Until our army liberated this village.
He was Soviet spy, who got caught and lied that
His sister lives in this village,
Otherwise he would get shot.
After the war he found her...
