It's evening, it's evening.

It's evening, it's evening, ; The sun is going down, ; The recruits are walking, the recruits are walking ; Towards the barracks. ; ; He goes into the room, ; He sits on the iron bed. ; He bows his head, sheds his tears, ; On the dirty clothes. ; ; My God, my God, ; What will become of me. ; They took me to be a soldier, I left my baby, ; For demobilized soldiers.