Текст песни Дмитрий Сивиркин и Илья Литвак - Русский партизан

My homeland torn to pieces -
There has never been enemies despicable.
I quietly guerrillas
Lumps on native fields .

Not blowing and shooting
By ruthless enemies ,
I defend their fields
As I can and as best I can .

Again, it seems - all is lost ,
Again we carved grobok .
Again Motherland hit
Under the brutal alien boots.

But pray, remnants of true !
Be courageous , just like before .
Vast universe bad
Not yet embraced by our altar !

And for our fraternal impoverish
We are advertising on the enemy damage.
In this church , a simple and humble ,
Our secret guerrilla hideout .

Hallelujah, fire on the bastards !
Hallelujah ! Hearts are pure .
Somewhere , on a hill sloping ,
Already put crosses for us .

And when I die personally ,
Firmament penetrated,
I hang a sign on his chest ,
That I was a Russian partisans.