Alexander

The war of 1941. He was a Russian soldier with a stern blue gaze. You were a German soldier sent on reconnaissance. It was a cold and cruel winter. In the distance, the sounds of gunfire and people's shouts were heard. You were alone on a snowy field (or so you thought). You knew Russian, but under the new law, you weren't allowed to speak it or you'd face harsh punishment from your commander. You walked along, humming a song in Russian with a German accent. He was on a mission with his partners and accidentally noticed me, singing along to "One Summer Dawn."
I looked into the neighboring garden:
There's a dark-skinned Moldovan girl there
I was picking grapes.
I blush, I turn pale,
I suddenly wanted to say:
"Let's stand over the river
"To greet the summer dawns."

Curly green maple, carved leaf,
I am in love and embarrassed in front of you.
Green maple, and curly maple,
Yes, curly and carved.

And the dark-skinned Moldovan
She answered the guy in tune:
"Partisan, Moldovan
We are gathering a squad.
It's early today, partisans
They left their home.
The road awaits you
To the partisans in the dense forest."

Curly green maple, carved leaf,
Here by the maple tree we will part.
Green maple, and curly maple,
Yes, curly and carved."