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Song of the Chekists
To give more steel blast furnace,
To be born juicy grapes,
To calm our children are asleep,
These people never sleep.
These people are modest, not eloquent,
We do not know all their names.
But not for nothing that the best security officers
Martial wear Order.
Chorus:
our intelligence - all the people,
The enemy will not pass the border.
And if passed, it will get
A tight rein!
To our songs did not cease,
To know our sad loss,
To calm our children are asleep,
These people never sleep.
Nowadays, cloudless and clean,
Do not let them overshadow the enemy.
And as our sharp-eyed KGB
We will all always on the lookout!
Chorus:
our intelligence - all the people,
The enemy will not pass the border.
And if passed, it will get
A tight rein! 1938