Текст песни Песня красноармейца - ...Пусть красные отряды отплатят за меня

Blind gun pounding , backhand sword cuts ,
And bolshekryly crows circling above BATTLE .
A bullet knows exactly whom she does not love ,
Whom she does not love - in the land of crude lies .

Blade you my cold, you are my strong point hungry,
Do not cry , my mother , that letter is not a long time.
He will not be in vain , our noble feat ,
And while the gold will come anyway .

Do not give me mercy , I do not need awards
And give me the rifle and give me a horse .
And if I die , let the Red detachments ,
Let the Red detachments repay me!