We long ago, so we have not rested.
We were simply not up to the rest to you.
We have half of Europe on their bellies plowed,
And tomorrow, tomorrow, at last, the final battle.
A little more, a little bit more,
The last fight - he was the most difficult.
And I'm in Russia, home, want
I have not seen my mother.
And I'm in Russia, home, want
I have not seen my mother.
For the fourth year we do not plaguing these Fritz,
The fourth year of salty sweat and blood of the river,
And I used to fall into a good devchonochka,
And I used to touch the hand of the motherland.
A little more, a little bit more,
The last fight - he was the most difficult.
And I'm in Russia, home, want
I have not seen my mother.
And I'm in Russia, home, want
I have not seen my mother.
Last time get together tomorrow in the melee,
Last time Russia will be able to serve,
And for her to die and not scary,
Though everyone still hopes to live.
A little more, a little bit more,
The last fight - he was the most difficult.
And I'm in Russia, home, want
I have not seen my mother.
And I'm in Russia, home, want
I have not seen my mother.
