The Ballad of Matrosovo


According volyushke-will,
The open field
Walk crazy snow.
Through the snow scattering
With friends Sailors
The attack went on the enemy.

And in a fiery circle
Lead blizzard -
Scribbling machine gun on the way.
And the enemy bunker
Can not infantry,
It can not go on the pitch.

Above us, the guys,
Glowing sunsets,
For us, our native town!
Russia, Russia,
Villages and huts,
Birches on a quiet river.

At the river, near the bridge
Sailors remarked:
"I can, does not meet any of the dawn,
But I'm on a bog
Go to the machine gun,
I get him to shut up! "

crept Sailors
By German bunker,
He vows not forgotten her!
Sailors stood -
And the brave heart
Soldier recess closed!

Sing on, guys!
Let the song winged
Lives Komsomolets hero!
Russia, Russia,
this soldier
Remember forever with you! 1944