Comrades, if you know where the white moon sleeps?
Tell her that I want her
But I could not go to love her
Because there is still fighting
Comrades, if you recall the song of the siren?
There in the middle of the sea
I would go see her
But there is still fighting
And if bad luck stops me and I fall to the ground
Bring all of my songs
And a bouquet of red flowers
That I care dearly so much
If we win the fight!
Comrades, if you long for the free springtime
With you, I would want to go
To be able to live with them
For I've became a soldier
And if bad luck stops me and I fall to the ground
Bring all of my songs
And a bouquet of red flowers
That I care dearly so much
When we win the fight!