On 24th of June in Moscow,
in Red Square
there will be a parade
of the Soviet Armed Forces
devoted to the victory
over fascist Germany.
But at present neither Stirlitz,
nor any one else in the world
could know about it.
Today,
on the 24th of March
the world hasn't been liberated yet.
That's why
Colonel Maksim Isayev
is returning to Berlin.
He's going there to work.
Pain, my pain, leave me
At least for a while!
Like a blue-grey cloud,
Go to my home,
From here to my home.
My country, show yourself
In the distance.
My country, my sweet country,
I'd like to reach you so much,
at least some day.
Very far away, very far away
It's raining during sunshine.
Right near the river in the garden
The cherries are ripe on the trees.
Somewhere far away in my memory,
It's warm, like in my childhood,
Though my memory is covered
With so many layers of snow.
Thunderstorm, appease my thirst,
Until I'm drunk but not dead.
Now again, as if for the last time
I'm looking to the sky,
As if seeking for an answer...
Pain, my pain, leave me,
At least for a while.
Like a blue-grey cloud,
Go to my home,
From here to my home.
The End