Lyrics
Comrade flies to a distant land
And native winds fly after him
Beloved town melts in a blue haze
A familiar house, a green garden and a gentle look
Comrade will pass all battles and wars
Not knowing sleep, not knowing silence
The beloved town can sleep well
And dream, and be green in the spring
When my comrade will return home
The native winds will fly after him
The beloved town will smile at him
The familiar house, the green garden and the happy look