| The station platform, an accordion sounds, laughter, tobacco, and someone's crying all over the country.
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| Let's sit down on the path, because today we are leaving for the war.
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| Well, goodbye, it's time to say goodbye, the train will cut the virgin soil with a black ribbon.
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| I will be only 18 tomorrow, and today I am leaving for the war.
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| I will be only 18 tomorrow, and today I am leaving for the war.
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| A school teacher, a neighbor-historian, kisses his daughter and is silent, embracing his wife.
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| He is only 40 in July, and today he is leaving for the war.
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| He is only 40 in July, and today he is leaving for the war.
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| Chorus:
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| And over the fields a flock of birds fly the words: “Know that I will return, there will be victory,
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| just wait and only believe me,
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| I'm leaving to fight for the whole motherland and for Russia, but I'll be back, wait for me, mom,
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| your son Kolka.
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| I'm leaving to fight for the whole motherland and for Russia, but I'll be back, wait for me, mom,
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| your son Kolka.
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| And our military commissar is stern and short, he fought back in the civil war,
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| He exchanged his seventh decade, but today he is going to fight for the country.
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| The station platform, an accordion sounds, laughter, tobacco, and someone's crying all over the country.
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| Let's sit down on the path, because today we are leaving for the war.
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| Chorus:
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| And over the fields a flock of birds fly the words: “Know, I will return, Victory will be,
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| just wait and only believe me,
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| I'm leaving to fight for the whole motherland and for Russia, but I'll be back, wait for me, mom,
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| your son Kolka.
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| I'm leaving to fight for the whole motherland and for Russia, but I'll be back, wait for me, mom,
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| your son Kolka.
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| “But I’ll be back, you wait, dear, your husband Kolka.
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| But I'll be back, wait, grandchildren, your grandfather Kolka. |