Song about Lazo When sleep native Primorye And just to make not sleep - And the terrible sea, and smoky hill About him in silence speak. We know that in the coming battles tirelessly Rattle our glory about it. Sing about Lazo, old guerrillas, About Valor our sing! No torture cruel, no blood, no ashes It could not intimidate. In it, our young husband and strengthened, When the violence waged! He did not flinch, flames enveloped the furnace: - Native Primorye, goodbye! - But it will be payback Privolny, rich, In the battles won by land! From the farthest outpost of the taiga The stars guiding Kremlin Let there be immortal covered with glory Great is our land! 1938