Here it is:

Proshchay
(arranged, adapted, and translated by Theodore Bikel)

Proschay ty novaya derevnya
Proschay tsyganskaya lyubov
Proschay proschay podruga dorogaya
Bog znayet uvizhul'ya tebya

Proschay proschay podruga dorogaya
Ba, ba,ba, ba ya bog znayet uvizhul'ya tebya
Evi dovi dovi dovi
divi davi divi davi divi davi
davi divi da

Proshchay Moskva moya rodnaya
Proshchay Kremlyovski cupalla
Byt mozhet bolshe, ya bolshe nye usslyshu
Kremlyovski tva'yi kalakala.

Proshchay Kavkaz ty moi dalyoky
Proshchay gastinitsa ariant
Proshchay kinaginushka radnaya
Bog znayet uvizhu-l l'ya tehya.

Farewell, my girl,
Farewell, my Gypsy love.
Farewell, my dearest darling.
God knows if ever I'll see you again.

Farewell, my Moscow, my home,
Farewell, you cupolas of the Kremlin.
Alas, it may well be that never again
I shall hear the tinkling of your bells.

Farewell, faraway Caucasus,
Farewell, eastern inn—
Farewell, my native hamlet;
God knows if ever I'll see you again.

from Folksongs and Footnotes, Theodore Bikel, 1960


And the other version:

Proshchai
(Gene Raskin & Lou Gottlieb)

Proschai Ty Staraya Derevnya..Proschai!
[Proschay ty novaya derevnya
Proschay tsyganskaya lyubov]?????
Proschay proschay podruga dorogaya
Bog znayet uvizhul'ya tebya

Proschay proschay podruga dorogaya
Ba, ba,ba, ba ya bog znayet uvizhul'ya tebya
Proschay proschay podruga dorogaya
Ba, ba, ba, ba ya bog znayet uvizhul'ya tebya


Proschai...Dear friends it is time to leave you. (Proschai)
The time has come to say good bye.
Proshchai, proschai
No matter what the country or the land,
Proshchai is one word they always understand.

CHORUS
Proshchai, proshchai.
Adieu, arrivederci, adios, shalom, aloha, auf wiedersehen, so long.

Perhaps we'll meet in San Francisco, in Paris, Hong Kong, or New York.
The world is small and growing smaller every single day,
You'll meet tomorrow, the friends you leave today.
You'll see us all and ere the dust has settled in our tracks,
You'll turn around and you will see us coming back.

CHORUS

Proshchai, it's really tough to leave you, Proshchai,
We wish that you would come along.
Around this world we've lots of friends we know you'd like to know,
We'll sing together from Maine to Mexico.

CHORUS (Russian)
Proschay proschay podruga dorogaya
Ba, ba, ba, ba ya bog znayet uvizhul'ya tebya


Proschai...We're getting sentimental.
So here's to when we meet again.
For auld lang syne, we'll sing a little song or two or three,
And drink a toast to our global jamboree.

CHORUS (Russian)
Proschay proschay podruga dorogaya
Ba, ba, ba, ba ya bog znayet uvizhul'ya tebya
CHORUS (English)
CHORUS (Russian)


transcribed by ear from The Limeliters CD, Tonight: In Person