red Star


We and the smoke, and ashes - all in the eye,
We caught the wind in the sails.
We passed a lot, and always -
We were on the road shone Red Star!

Red stars, red-hot blades,
They went into battle formidable - the Bolsheviks.
And just a little boy went to the enemy -
Combative, courageous YCL

And on the PATH blazed days
In the forts of Kronstadt were akin to them
Red stars, red-hot blades,
And pour in the saddle - the Bolsheviks.

From the ruins, from the ashes,
Fighting hunger,
Grown and matured - our government.
Those who did not spare the blood of the young,
We always shone red star.

Red stars,
Victory blades
Cherish the fatherland - the Bolsheviks.
And with a number of fathers
Rise in full growth
Young Red scattering of stars.

/ Orchestral loss /

Red stars,
Victory blades
Cherish the fatherland - the Bolsheviks.
And with a number of fathers
He stood up to his full height
Young Red scattering of stars.

We no smoke, no ash
Not overshadow the eyes,
The wind is blowing in our sails century.
/ Early steps, and always
They shine in the way Red Star! 2p. /

Star! 1980