Текст песни А. Маршал и В. Быков - Я вернусь генералом

We spend me to the wicket,
Sit on the path with me.
And sobs under the eyes of tears,
Do not be sad - I will come home!

I'm leaving in the morning
Far away ...
I'll be back by General
Maybe just a soldier,

Wait for me, and I will come back soon!
And now, dear,
Many on the farewell!
I'll look at you on the track!

Collect me on the road
And pour me a key key;
And your photo is gentle
Finish me in the handkerchief!

I'm leaving in the morning
Far away ...
I'll be back by General
Maybe just a soldier,

Wait for me, and I will come back soon!
And now, dear,
Many on the farewell!
I'll look at you on the track!