Текст песни Советские песни - Песня о винтовке

From the south to the Urals
You walked with me
Guerrilla path.
And enemies used to be
Fell a lot
Where we made our way.

Chorus:
Eh, hit, rifle, accurately, dexterously,
No mercy on the enemy!
I for you, my rifle,
I'll help you with a sharp saber.

You are the same now -
Day and night on guard
In the front line.
We see the enemy's trail,
We catch every rustle
We all know the enemy of the trick.

Chorus.

The enemy is angry for a reason,
The enemy is not in vain afraid
Our partisan companies.
He cannot sleep at night.
And if he falls asleep, he dreams
A clear partisan machine gun.

Chorus.

We are ready to fight
With any gang.
We are not the first to fight!
Let's fight two -
I and you are with me
We are used to winning together.