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!

  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,