Comrade
You were my only friend, my comrade
Both of us had made the barricades
The maquis, the commandos, the ambushes
My comrade
Comrade
One Sunday, on parade
I saw you suddenly over there on a platform
You had obviously risen through the ranks
My comrade
Comrade
The highest officers came to embrace you
It was nothing but handshaking and backslapping
[But] It gave an impression of a mockery
My comrade
Comrade
Here, I've come to terms with the bullying
We sleep fully clothed, the nights are cold
The important thing is not to fall ill
My comrade
Comrade
I see nothing but a little corner of gloomy sky
And walls that defy any climbing
It's not a prison that you could escape from
My comrade
Comrade
In the morning, it's the changeover
Noon is the time of the parade
And at night we dream of escape
My comrade
Comrade
I heard that they gave you an embassy
Somewhere in Caracas or Belgrade
Higher and higher you rise, [but] you see, I am slipping
My comrade
Comrade
It's over, I'll stop my whining
I may see you again, who knows, in one or two decades
And I sign, like back in the days of our gambols*
Your comrade
You were my only friend, my comrade
Both of us had made the barricades
The maquis, the commandos, the ambushes
My comrade.