The Blue Kerchief

[Russian instrumental solo] [Instrumental intro] A little blue modest kerchief Fell from lowered shoulders... You said that you would not forget The tender joyful meetings. [Chorus:] At night time We departed with you, There is no longer a night where you, dear one, Do not appear to me in a dream. Receiving your letters, I hear your familiar voice, And between the lines the blue kerchief Again rises before me. [Chorus:] And often into battle Your image accompanies me. I feel beside me with your loving gaze You are constantly with me. How many cherished kerchiefs We carry in our hearts with us! The joy of meetings, maidenly shoulders We remember in the hardships of battle. [Chorus:] For them, dear ones, Beloved, desired ones, The machine-gunner fires for the blue kerchief, Which was on dear shoulders.