little drummer


We went under the roar of cannon fire,
We looked death in the face.
Troops moved forward
Spartacus, brave fighters,
Troops moved forward
Spartacus, the brave fighters.

Among us was a young drummer,
Offensively, he walked in front of -
With another fun-drum
With fire Bolshevik chest,
With another fun-drum
With fire Bolshevik chest.

One night in camp
He's a fun song to sing,
But a bullet struck the enemy,
Finish singing until the end did not,
But a bullet struck the enemy,
Finish singing until the end did not have time.

With a smile, the young drummer
Crude fell to the ground ...
And stopped our young drummer,
His drum was silent,
And stopped our young drummer,
His drum was silent.

Raced during the fighting,
We ended our glorious campaign.
Killed our young drummer,
But the song is not going to die of it,
Killed our young drummer,
But the song about him will not die! 1975