Marching song of the 11th Army


Oh, you evil Astrakhan Sands,
Trackless, without boundary, without end.
Caspian cool Berezhki -
No blade of grass on the way, not a tree.

A lot of miles and a lot of grief over ...
Many perished Bros expensive.
blood pours heart in the chest:
Do not forget the men who died on the way. *

Our glory thunders along the Terek.
Our glory keep fighting.
Our glory speaks of victory
Volga red from white will defend!

Razozhmot enemies iron ring
Red Army's mighty hand,
And do not count illustrious fighters.
Mother Volga - Soviet river!

* Option: "Most of the dead on the road than alive."