Proschai Ty Staraya Derevnya..Proschai!

Then it goes into the Russian I can't make out..so I mumble along.
Proshchai proschai
A dubaya......is the best I can make out.

Proschai...Dear friends it's 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.

Proschai, proshchai.
Adieu, arivaderci, adios, aloha, aloha, auf wedersein, so long.

Perhaps we'll meet in San Francisco, Paris, Hong Kong, or New York.
The world is small and getting smaller every single day, we'll
meet tomorrow, the friends we leave today.

You'll see us all and when it seems we've settled in our tracks, you'll turn around and you will see us coming back.

Chorus

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

That's what I can remember off the top of my head.