I remember how in a memorable evening your handkerchief fell from your shoulder, how you said goodbye and promised to save the blue handkerchief. And let it be with me today, my beloved, my dear. I know that with love you are hiding an expensive handkerchief. Receiving your letters, I hear a living voice. And between the lines the blue handkerchief rises before me again. And often in battle your image accompanies me. I feel that with a loving gaze you are always with me. How many cherished handkerchiefs we wear in our chanel. We remember the tender words of the girl's shoulders in the battle stride. For them, my dear, the ones we love so much. The machine gunner is shaking the blue handkerchief that was on the shoulders of the dear ones. For them, my dear, the ones we love so much. The machine gunner is shaking the blue handkerchief that was on the shoulders of the dear ones. The machine gunner is shaking the blue handkerchief that was on the shoulders of the dear ones.