Текст песни Ансамбль им. А. В. Александрова - Песня брянских партизан

In a dark grove, a thick daring partisan
Hidden with a detachment in ambush.
In the autumn rain we will wait on the enemy
We must hurry, we must not hurry.

Neither wife nor sister is waiting for us at the window,
The old mother won't lay the table for us.
Our families left, our houses were burned,
Only the wind howls in the ruins.

Let this native wind fly over the country
And counts tears and wounds
So that they can take revenge on the executioners at night
For shame and blood, partisans.

A native wind blows in a dark grove,
And in the forest, a fire was already kindling.
Then the German train went downhill,
He exploded on his own mine.

Thus ended the battle at the edge of the forest,
The golden dawn rose.
The rain and wind have died down, and the leaves are dry
A pile of dead fascists lay.