Dear veterans, Congratulations on your victory! Your wounds will not subside Do not forget the memory of trouble. How your friends lost, As in the trenches you shot, Flew bullet fool A hundred times overhead But ended in victory Great feat of yours, hero! Low head, we bow In honor of both the fallen and the living, Dear veterans! We thank you so much!
Worship the Great Years Those glorious commanders and fighters; - And the country's marshals and private - Bow and dead and alive All those who can not be forgotten! Worship, worship friends!
The sun trumpets a golden trumpet: "Glory to the fighter hero! The enemy is defeated, destroyed, defeated Glory to the fighter hero! "
- I fight with enemies, - said the fighter, - On this and life is not sorry But for me the bayonet forged a blacksmith - Strong hardened steel!
“I forged a bayonet,” the blacksmith says, Like heat, it burns in the sun, But ringing steel, a precious gift, Smelted steelmaker brother.
“Of course,” said the steelworker, “metal.” I got myself out of the ore, But in the dark bowels of the Ural Mountains I did not descend, but the miner.
“Yes, it is true,” the miner said, “ My face is rocky. I got the ore, but to you at the station She brought the driver.
- Well, yes, - said the driver, - in the country I drive to all ends, But you and I get bread Our relatives are reapers.
- Well, that's right, I feed everyone, - The reaper said to the driver, - But the land I love Sberyog for me a fighter.