A Hilltop With No Name (Soviet Songs in English)

In the sacred memory of those fallen in the Great Patriotic War. Translated by Boris Anisimov ENGLISH LYRICS: A grove was blazing red and yellow A crimson sunset was alight We were a group of eighteen fellows But only three of us survived How very few good friends we cherished Lived through the night to see the day Beside an unfamiliar village Upon a hilltop with no name Against the night sky in the distance A flare was falling like a star In spite of facing strong resistance No one would think of losi