Red bird


We pass large ways,
Before us all leaning.
Dear, precious name
We are on the wings of the world bear!

Through the heat, through a blizzard and a snowstorm,
Through the fog and ice and snow
We pass to the target,
And it is always us the road!

Chorus:
The slurry from the sun, red bird,
The joy and pride of the Soviet country!
We will always strive forward,
Stalin will of a single strong!

To deep celestial spaces
Darling of the capital, Moscow,
We are under the roar of the engines of the Soviet
Rises into the blue heights!

Chorus.

And the country that gives birth to heroes
What courage and boldness raises,
The happiness of the world will be able to build,
And in work, and in the battle to win!

Chorus.

In every hour and at any moment
We give life for the Motherland!
We go triumphantly along the route,
And Stalinist we will win! 1937