Song of Zoe


Silence. No lights, no sound.
In the twilight, the trees quietly asleep.
At the rear of the enemy, without a rustle and sound
Guerrilla detachment left.

They were old men, and members of the Komsomol,
Dawn over the river fogs,
They volunteered
A girl of seventeen.

The girl in the worn Kuban cap
Drops the connection, burned bridges,
And proud partisan detachment -
Komsomol Zoya from Moscow.

It was Winter sometimes.
Retreating, the enemy set fire to the village,
And the Nazis hanged Zoe
In the morning, as soon as dawn broke.

He died ... But you're among the people,
You're a hero will live forever.
And I swear, my dear Zoe,
For you we take revenge on enemies.