artillery march


That's not thunder rumbling in the clouds
And no lightning lit -
It is a powerful voice
Our cannon speak!

Chorus:
Do not touch the enemy, native land,
labor of the country do not touch!
A holy place is a fight!
The sight is true! Fire! Fire! Fire!

Our great-grandparents and grandparents
They bequeathed to us in battle
Fight to the death
For Russia for her!

Chorus.

Fire strikes force
We have long been glorified
At the foot of Ishmael,
In the hills of Borodino!

Chorus.

Tanks - loyal help,
Grunt - a friend and brother,
It breaks the path-way
Our long-range missile!

Chorus.

For Soviet sturdy steel
No barriers and obstacles:
This again proved
Leningrad and Stalingrad!

Chorus:
Do not touch the enemy, native land,
labor of the country do not touch!
A holy place is a fight!
The sight is true! Fire! Fire! Fire! 1944