Текст песни Песня о Щерсе - Командир полка

He walked along the shore of the detachment,
I went from a distance,
He went under the red flag
The regimental commander.
The head is wrapped,
The blood on the sleeve,
Trail of blood spreads
In the wet grass.

& quot; Boys, whose will you,
Who leads you in the fight?
Who is under the red flag
Wounded goes? & Quot;
& quot; We are the children of farm laborers,
We are for a new world
Schors goes under the banner -
Red commander.

In hunger and cold
His life took place,
But not for nothing spilled
His blood was.
During cordon discarded
Ferocious enemy,
Tempering his youth,
Honor us the road & quot ;.

The silence at the shore,
Silent voices
Sun down slopes,
Dew falls.
Famously cavalry rushes,
I heard the sound of hooves,
Banner Schorsa red
In the wind noise.

1935