The order came: west he must go. She, to a different part... Young Komsomol members left then, For the Civil War, they'd depart. They left, they parted ways there, Leaving their quiet homeland. "Darling, won't you wish me something, As I leave this land?" And his darling then answered, "With all my heart, I pray: If death, then let it be instant, If wounds, then small ones, I say. [chorus] But most of all, my comrade, This is my strongest plea: That with a swift victory, You'll soon come home to me." [solo] He squeezed her hand, a quick farewell, Looked at her maidenly face: "And one more thing, I ask of you - Write me a letter, no trace." "But where can I write to you then? How will I know your way?" "It doesn't matter," he whispered, "Just write it, come what may!" [chorus] But most of all, my comrade, This is my strongest plea: That with a swift victory, You'll soon come home to me."
