Four years we were walking to our victory.
One time I thought,
Does it, no more, this day is very far, may be he would never come.
Winter, cold, now news, no letters, what' s next?
Seventeen years old boys are leaving, mothers are waiting,
We have no wood, no food any more.
And then my father got home:
We won!
Small city, never heard before, but our army won...
Men and women did everything to stop the foreign army at least a bit,
They gave a tiny break for our force to relocate.
All day on the radio, at village, at school:
We won, we won, we won!
We won...
