Текст песни Хор Советской Армии - Прощание славянки

The march did not cease on the platforms,
When the enemy eclipsed the horizon.
With him our fathers smoky carriages
Trains were taken away to the front.
He defended Moscow in the forty-first,
The forty-five - stepped on Berlin,
He was a soldier went to Victory
On the roads of the difficult Godin.

And if hiking
The country will call
Over the edge of our own
We all go to the holy battle!

And if hiking
The country will call
Over the edge of our own
We all go to the holy battle!

The holy battle !!!

Noisy in the grain fields.
Chagall is my Motherland
To the heights of happiness,
Through all the bad weather -
Dear peace and work.

To the heights of happiness,
Through all the bad weather -
Dear peace and work.

And if hiking
The country will call
Over the edge of our own
We all go to the holy battle!

The holy battle !!!