guerrilla quiet


On a halt in the deep secret Württemberg
Floats over the river pale blue-gray mist
Gets a barely audible song out of the fog,
Quietly song forest partisans.

The fire decomposes, so dashing did not work,
Cigarette and not the heat of the moment, look,
Only song zatyanesh so softly, almost inaudibly,
So that only the words echoed in his chest.

Chorus:
Beat the enemy anywhere!
Beat the enemy with anything!
Many of them fell, but still not enough!
Few of them had fallen! It should be more!


Sweeps over the edge of a song that burned,
Saturated with the blood flying through the meadows
Great hope for those who have offended
And black death fierce enemies!

Calling it secretly, she rings hollowly
And if you will break - the beats ahead!
Bees fly bites lead
And the red heaves up cock!

Chorus.

Iron song of struggle and courage ...
Instilling fear and terror rapists
She hovers over the quarter of Prague,
On the outskirts of Paris, in the Balkan Mountains.

Thrusting a dagger, infusing poison
She is on the heels of a fascist goes
And Avenger gives immortal fame,
And the new fighters for him leads!

Chorus. 1943