In the open field (Guerrilla)


In the open field, the field to the willow
Where the clubs at night fog
Ah, there lies, there lies buried
There they buried a Red partisan.

I myself accompanied the hero
The long journey to the glorious deeds.
Combat sword filed,
Conic Voronoi led.

On the grass, the grass thick
He fell, a bullet in combat.
Oh, for the Soviets, for their native country
He gave his life beautiful.

In the open field, the field to the willow
Where the clubs at night fog
Ah, there lies, there lies buried
There they buried a Red partisan ... 1935