Spring forty-fifth year


Earth turned towards the spring,
Good weather today.
Such was sometimes reminded me
Spring forty-fifth year.
Pass the year, but does not fade away
And woe, and exploit the people.
We came to a difficult road to victory
In the spring of forty-five years.

And if you're young and later born,
Take the baton with stroke
Victory salute and the first rain
Spring forty-fifth year.
Terrible for the enemies and bright for friends
Working our breed.
There are in each of your victory and my
Spring forty-fifth year.

Let there be a rocket skyward vzmetena,
In clear sky heights
For all generations of all time
Spring forty-fifth year! 1970