Текст песни Марк Бернес - В далекий край товарищ улетает

At the far edge of the companion flies ,
Native winds behind him fly .
My favorite city in the blue haze melts -
Familiar home , a green garden and gentle look .

Comrade will take all the battles and wars ,
Unaware of sleep , not knowing silence.
Favorite city can sleep peacefully ,
And to dream , and among the green of spring.

When will my companion will return home ,
Behind him home winds arrive .
Favorite city to a friend smile -
Familiar home , green garden , cheerful look.