commissioners


Though turning gray long-whiskey
To me, you're not old,
Commissar, political commissars,
And still - commissioners.

Your word on the war,
To the heart of the surest path selecting,
It came with grenades par,
With shells of all calibres.

You're throwing people in arms,
They applied to the enemy blows
Commissar, political commissars,
And still - commissioners.

Burning mouth team
Prominent part you have such
Throughout the first to go forward,
Behind him dragging us.

Took you forward shelf
Through suffering and fires,
Commissar, political commissars,
And still - commissioners.

But at dawn the fire again,
And the people in front - without counting,
Win and death stand -
Your main Party work!

Though turning gray long-whiskey
To me, you're not old,
Commissar, political commissars,
And still - commissioners.

Commissar, political commissars,
And still - the commissioners in 1975