| Yugoslav soldier and English sailor | 
| We waited at the bridge for a quick-eyed seamstress | 
| Everyone thought - "Mine!", Everyone carried her tenderness | 
| And for the gentle look and for the tender neck | 
| And as enemies they sat down on the bench | 
| Yugoslav soldier and English sailor | 
| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors | 
| Everyone wants to have both a bride and a friend | 
| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors | 
| Only days are hard, only our days are a blizzard | 
| The Serb loved his Danube, the Englishman long ago | 
| Loved nothing but a pipe and whiskey, | 
| But the girl didn't walk, it was getting dark | 
| The clouds lowered their low shroud to the water | 
| And the soldier looked at the sailor as close | 
| As if he was a friend or knew for a long time | 
| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors | 
| Everyone wants to have both a bride and a friend | 
| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors | 
| Only days are hard, only our days are a blizzard | 
| And then in the tavern, where the double bass was buzzing | 
| Grunting displeasedly at shrill violins | 
| They drank fiery alcohol and foamed kvass | 
| And each other through the smoke sent smiles | 
| And they shouted, understanding each other | 
| Yugoslav soldier and English sailor | 
| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors | 
| Everyone wants to have both a bride and a friend | 
| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors | 
| Only days are hard, only our days are a blizzard |