You are returning to the country, comrade
And peace will be reborn for you.
Leave it? your rifle, your grenades.
We hope for you by stretching out our arms to you.
Think? us, who remain? the war,
The calm evenings where? your heart will love
And will you say? my father, ? my mother
What? Christmas, maybe, we'll come back...
Don't tell them anything from the front.
Don't talk about fire
And lie when it's necessary to lie.
Say -them that we sang
When you had to? leave
By all drinking the farewell glass.
You are returning to the country, comrade
And peace will be reborn for you.
Leave it? your rifle, your grenades.
We hope for you by stretching out our arms to you.
Think? us, who remain? the war,
The calm evenings where? your heart will love
And will you say? my father, ? my mother
What? Christmas, maybe, we'll come back...

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