Sentimental March - Daniel Kahn, Vanya Zhuk

I will return

Return to you

My hope and shelter everlasting

The day the bugle will be blasting

For all the soldiers to retreat

I will return

To you unharmed

Into the ground I will not hurry

For I prefer your tender worry

Your tender world of cares so sweet

But if an age

Should pass us by

And all your hopes should flag and falter

And if the sacrificial altar

Should cast its shadow over me

Give your command

The broken bugle

Should sound the call to rise and rally

That in the final fatal tally

My bloodied number shall not be

But if I fail

But if I fall

No matter where or when the battle

Whatever war the world should rattle

There will be nothing left to save

For I shall fall

Forevermore

In that old war of intervention

And dusty commissar conventions

Will kneel and bow upon my grave

Yes, I will fall

Forevermore

In that old war of intervention

And dusty commissar conventions

Will kneel and bow upon my grave