When the steel louse tramples!
We were happy in Russia
Where equal, with honor: me and you!
After all, the killer will not overpower us,
From the icon look - holy features!
What is my joy in battles,
When all body parts hurt!
What is sweeter even than the god of the garden,
The blow of the Soviet devils!
Fighting, bleeding
But you are never alone!
We serve the Motherland with love,
And the flag burns like the color of mountain ash!
I don"t remember that Rus' trembled,
Though God the executioner is sometimes gloomy!
In the heart with Stalin it's easy for me,
And a song against - gloomy thoughts!
With her bare foot she knocked down the dew,
What a birch slender camp!
The plan of the terrible Germans - Barbarossa,
Everything that is expensive - a blow!
War, shells are tough
Don't pour intoxicating wine on your blood!
Birches were charred in opal,
Fire behind a broken window!
And in this world God is cruel,
Creation is crying, the circle of hell!
Christ cries alone
There is no power in him - to tear out the navel!
We have hope for the party
Talented and strong people!
We've defeated bastards before
And now the trumpet is roaring!
I give birth to children as the battle subsides,
Let in the future all wars - count!
Planting apple and cherry trees
And the tanks will be scrapped!
And fly to other planets
Let's build happiness - communism!
We send greetings to other worlds,
Like a falcon, the knight rushes up!
The girls tortured the young man until he lost consciousness. And they seem to really like it.
Then one of them took and fired from a howitzer, fired a lethal projectile and sang again with great excitement;
Precious stones, between the branches seem,
Even a beggar's knapsack, on my shoulder!
I walk poor in the light of the pale moon,
Praise Mother Nature in glorious September!
Believe, the country is great, it is famous for its strength,
Though my flesh is tormented by a long way!
Homespun dress, barefoot beauty,
Pebbles under my feet, prick my feet!
But the trees are in gold, lush curly,
Like copper pennies, a halo of aspens!
I am a young girl, throwing the old into the dust,
On the way I slap, the rain sprinkled the way!