My friend in the morning , before the fight in Armor ,
Double smoked one , and then he said to me:
I feel, we have grievously . I feel, will this time.
I feel firmly domogetsya us Nazi occupiers .
But not at all offended that polyazhem here with you ,
It is a pity that we do not marvel at this second front .
There they dance the cancan , negros blow in saxophone !
Call , Comrade Stalin, you soon ... in Washington .
I straightened his friend : Come on, say, to create panic .
Us without Roosevelt and Germans have something to talk about .
All which is cost , shall cope with Hitler alone!
And the country will refund Soviet peace with you we days!
But buddy , damn stubborn me shakes his head :
It would be handy to us , since opened a second front b .
But they are fun and playing the gramophone.
Call , Comrade Stalin, you soon ... in Washington !
Here is given the command " To battle! " , Here we rushed forward,
That went to the game - rope : Who will kill quickly .
Black smoke in the whole district , knocking on the armor fragments ,
At the head of prayer runs : in war as in war .
And tears in his eyes from the light salty blue sky ,
Gritting his teeth mate tailoring this very second front !
But the road back is not present, lives are at stake .
Call , Comrade Stalin, you soon ... in Washington .
The bar has hooked us , proved tricky enemy ...
I myself oklemalsya miracle , and my friend - no way.
Poor man breathes heavily , says going to die ...
And mutters something , but I can not make out .
Doctor cuts to the quick , the engine smokes a pipe ,
Hayat forces remains rasproklyaty second front ,
And takes us to heaven, sanitary train ...
As summarized , Comrade Stalin, Hitler over Washington .
