guerrilla


Send guerrillas and bullets rang,
And the heat of ringing blades,
When native Ukraine dare
The German move shelves.

As the village stood up, and the Germans had fled,
And the tanks rolled in the dust
When we were beaten, cut and drove
With the mighty Soviet land!

Steppe on the beams we fought not in vain,
We Homeland all the way!
I raise the people and a mighty blow
Smashed and shattered the enemy!

And if the Germans climb to the cordon,
Trumpeter will play in the campaign,
The Soviet people fighting banners
On the ground the enemy will carry! 1939