Текст песни Леонид Утёсов - Партизанская Тихая

In secret halt in the deep Württemberg
Floats over the river pale bluish mist
He stands barely audible song of the fog,
A soft song forest partisans.

Bonfire decomposes, so dashing did not work,
Cigarette and not the heat of the moment, look,
Only zatyanesh song so quiet, barely audible,
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 their fallen! It should be more!

The song sweeps over the edge, it burned,
Flies on saturated with the blood of 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 red cock rises up!

Chorus.

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

Plunged the dagger, infusing poison
It is on the heels of a fascist goes
And the avenger gives immortal fame,
And the new fighters for themselves leads!

Chorus.

1943