Текст песни М. Исаковский - Прощание

An order is given: to him - west,
She is in the other direction ...
Komsomol residents left
On civil war.

Went out, parted,
Leaving a quiet edge.
"You are something native to me,
For a farewell wish. "

And the native answered:
"I wish all the soul -
If death, then - instant
If wounds are small.

I wish you all stronger
I am my comrade,
So that with the soon victory
You returned home. "

He shook his girlfriend,
I looked in a maiden face:
"And I ask you -
Write me a letter. "

"But where will I write?
How do I find out your way? "-
"All the same," he said quietly,
Write ... somewhere! "

An order is given: to him - west,
She is in the other direction ...
Komsomol residents left
On civil warrior.