My beloved, joy of my life,
To fight for his land departs.
My beloved, joy of my life,
Is taking his friend's heart.
I am parting from my beloved.
How hard it is to part!
Let him come back to his native land,
Through all battles pass unharmed.
The news I await and love him
I'll be sending to my djigit.
The news I await and love him
Is to him the sweetest gift.
июня 1942