The night is already cold, the days are warm,
Creeped autumn, evil in thorns dregs!
Angry janitors, waving their brooms after me,
The wind is also atrocious, it wants to turn off the light!
So I've been delirious for weeks, my legs are already downed in the blood,
Hunger is terribly tormenting, there is a fire in the stomach!
There is no shelter on the page, all the knights perished,
Across the Fatherland-Motherland - a hurricane is rushing!
Frost blades of grass - dotted with silver,
Pearls with patterns - branches of poplars!
And my white body shivers from the cold,
Star Aquarius winked with sympathy!
And where I walk - where to find shelter,
Under bare feet, ice crunches icing!
Is there only peace waiting for me in the cemetery,
Under the ground in dampness, hide from the storms!
No, I said to myself, I will not be dead,
Not a temptation, but a scarecrow: a well-fed Garden of Eden!
Again, along the path, having a bite of cherries,
She looked at the sunset!
And to the Kyiv Lavra, through the snowdrifts,
From mother Siberia I got barefoot!
There she prayed furiously, before a monk, a beggar,
For the sake of the Faithful God, I parted with the scythe!
Times are changing, the world is in revolution
A crimson, red dawn has risen!
And I also want to see a better share,
That girl left right off the altar!
A former novice became a Komsomol member,
On account of the warrior - not a single corpse!
Even surprised - the Lord disobeyed,
But her bravest does not take fear!
So the girl is fierce, she became a commissar,
And burned the Russian church in a rage!
Although she went through a military path and remained intact,
But in her soul the fire - burned everything to the ground!
The girls loved to sing. And the young man Slavka, along with him, now lay at the machine gun. And fired at the enemy.
And stormtroopers swept through the sky, spinning and scattering unguided projectiles in all directions.
Here is Focke-Wulf - a monster machine.
Here she rushes on a low-level flight. And she has six air guns. They shoot very accurately. Everything rises in a whirlwind into dust and coils rush into the sky.
And behind them are the TA-152, a more powerful and advanced model from the same family.
The girls are firing at the planes, and very well-aimed. They beat them up, make them smoke and sing;
In the vastness of the wonderful homeland,
Tempered in battles and labor...
We composed a joyful song
O great friend and leader!
Stalin is the glory of battle,
Stalin of our youth flight ...
Fighting and winning with songs,
Our people are following Stalin!