For native Moscow


On Istra field
Under glorious Moscow
Unequal, hot,
Boiled mortal combat.

Burning farms,
Burning gardens,
The enemy rushed to the sacred
Kremlin wall.

Mingled with blood
Earth and fire,
Mix together
And the cries and groans.

Take courage, my dear,
Crepe, Moscow,
Are you wise Stalin,
Are you the whole country!

Suddenly column tanks
Bolt on the enemy,
And beats Rokossovskii
Instructions to the leader.

Next, for the Fatherland,
Go ahead, Eagles!
And piles of fascists
The bullets went.

Will be clouds with thunder,
Will dawn,
And more beautiful than before,
Moscow shine! 1944