five bullets


I will send the first bullet in the enemy -
Let the enemy taste the blood
The Dnieper expensive for its banks,
The edge of my home - the Dnieper.

Here are the bullet the second - for the old mother.
For a mother I would be able to take revenge!
When we come back, it does not embrace:
She devoured the villains.

A third bullet will send for her sister:
Tortured maiden thieves -
Germans dragged sister to the Dnieper,
Betrayed shame ...

Fourth bullet send for boyfriend
Fought in the South we are together.
Fly, my bullet will not falter hand
In the hour of terrible retributive vengeance.

The last bullet, I will send aptly
The fascist heart without a quiver
For our homeland that is holy love,
What is life to me very much. 1942