Синий платочек [Siniy platochek] [English translation]

This modest blue shawl I remember,

That's dropping from shoulders yours,

You used to tell me, you 'd never forgotten,

Ours tender and joyful dates.

.....By time of nightfall,

We were parting, my friend!

No more the nights, when we meet,

Where are you, the Blue Shawl,

My dear, desired and sweet?

...Since I remember this evening,

When the shawl had fallen, all years,

You said Good-by to me,

And promised to keep it,

That little blue shawl of yours.

...Let you're not more with me,

But still you're my love an' in my heart,

I know you have hidden,

At your bed-side that's forbidden,

That dear blue shawl of yours.

...When letters from you I'm getting,

I can hear your voice as if alive,

And I can see clearly, just in between lines,

That little blue shawl of yours!

And often while to the battle,

Your face always follows me,

I could see you not once,

With your loving glance,

You ever have stayed with me.