Back to cold, back to cold, We are knocked off the perch, Since new cities have issued a call. Maybe Minsk, maybe Brest... Back to cold, back to cold... Not in vain, not in vain We are summoned today From sweet home to the perils abroad. Life is better that way, Not in vain, not in vain... And no matter how long Well continue to stay Back at home, we would crave for new friends. Since with them we feel warm, Since with us its all pain... And no matter how well We would feel far away We will have to return to our place. Where to look for our star? Is it close or afar?
?. Translation, 2020