Plumped for Tsaritsyn Vrana (Death partisan)


Tsaritsyn flew at Vrana,
Peck predators chick.
Oh, boljuchih partisans wounds
Die guerrillas with Donets.

He knocked down as in a thunderstorm aspen ...
Stirrups not rattle more ...
Mother, do not wait Svoge youngest son,
Commander, do not wait Svoge fighter! ..

You are the light, light, star night,
As a tear in the blue the sky! ...
The heart begins to partisan -
Fiery heart! - freeze ...