Red Army ditties and dances


We beat our battalions
Napoleon himself.
There is nothing crafty
What pobom and Hitler!

German goes on the trail,
Tears and kapayut-
He remembers about point B
The legs themselves skedaddle!

Do not pity the lead, comrade,
Bay-fascist Satan!
At Neve his udarish-
Will respond to the Don!

Her husband was gone Frau Bertha,
Sends requests and envelopes:
Where are you, dear? -The Don!
What are you doing? -Tons!

Like a thief too
Mark back Yam Izhora.
Let him come, give
Nam-Izhora, a hole-it!

As the fog rasseetsya-
Simonchuk sight.
Just look out the fascist
Bryk - and not moving!

More than a hundred nasty Krauts
He sent without words
Straight to heaven without a transplant
A nice sniper Shcherbakov!

There, in heaven, according to the rules,
Fritz will dokladat:
Shcherbakov directed us all,
He promised to send more!

Leningrad promises to take
their main thug Germans.
And they want to, and prickly
Yes mom will not allow it!

I attacked on the tongue,
Only forces not calculated:
In the face gave him slegka-
Language lost language!

Hitler master nefarious affairs,
The dog ate robberies.
Just a pity single-
She should have it!

Proudly fluttering red flag,
Planes packs!
The enemy will be destroyed
On Stalin's orders! 1943