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!
Fighting and winning with songs,
Our people are following Stalin!
The warrior boy Slavka remarked:
- What about Stalin? I have a better song!
The girls yelled in unison:
- Sing!
And the young warrior took it and sang enthusiastically;
Terrible news, in a cruel war,
Girl, the one that fell in love forever!
Thrown into the mouth, the fiend-Satan,
Where is the Lord: justice and mercy?!
Virgin Natasha went barefoot,
But they knocked on the dusty paths!
After all, for the sins that flowed a spring,
She happened to march to overseas distances!
In the early spring I set out on my journey,
The legs are so blue from the cold!
You can't bite a particle of meat,
Only nod in the hoarfrost spruce!
So along the road full of stones,
Girl's feet were knocked down to the blood!
And across Russia, past the people,
Side of the city of the kings of Jerusalem!
The Caucasus mountains, the ridges in the snow,
Sharp stones prick the soles!
