Song Bryansk guerrillas


In a dark grove deaf
Partizan young
He is hiding in ambush with a detachment.
The autumn rain
We will wait for the enemy
And trample the fascist bastard!

Neither sister nor his wife
We are not waiting at the window,
a mother on the table will be covered not.
Our families are gone,
Our hut was burned,
Only the wind howling in the ruins ...

And flying over the country
This wind home -
He believes the tears and wounds,
So that they could at night
avenge the executioners
For children, for their fathers guerrillas.

In a dark grove deaf
Not the moon shone,
In the sky, clear dawn died away.
There Nazi convoy
I hit the skids
And explode on its own mines.

In a dark grove deaf
Partizan young
He is hiding in ambush with a detachment.
The autumn rain
We will wait for the enemy
And trample the fascist bastard!