Текст песни Ансамбль им. лександрова - Марш артелиристов

Marsh of artillerymen

It burns in our hearts love for the earth's land.
We are going on a mortal battle for the honor of our native country.
Burning cities covered by smoke,
The harsh god of war rattles in gray forests.

Chorus:
Artillerymen, an accurate order,
Artillery, calls us the homeland!
Of many thousands of batteries
For the tears of our mothers,
For our homeland - fire! Fire!

Find out your mother, find out, wife-girlfriend,
Find out, a distant house and my whole family,
What hits and burning the enemy of our steel blizzard,
That we carry the will to the native lands.
Chorus.

Will break through the victory for an hour, the end of the campaign will come,
But before you go to your family homes,
In honor of the native army, in honor of our people
We will give joyful salute at midnight hour.
Chorus.