Текст песни Юрий Гуляев - Моя любимая

I left then camping
In distant edges.
Weeping waved at the gate
My lovely.

The second rifle brave platoon -
Now my family.
Hi-bow you he sends,
My lovely.

So that all my dreams come true
In hikes and in battles,
From afar I smile,
My lovely.

In my pocket my pocket
There is your card.
So, it means that we always two
My lovely.