Winter has passed, spring is about to come, quietly.
Song
1. Winter has passed quietly, spring is coming, ; But I would like to be a rosebud in your little garden. ; I could not be a rose, Ferenc Jóska calls me, ; Komárno's high-rise barracks. ; ; 2. I must go away, soldiers, for three years, ; I must leave my lover here for her most beautiful time. ; I bid farewell to my homeland, to my dear baby, ; My brothers, my good friends, let us part from each other.