Текст песни Владимир Бунчиков и Владимир Нечаев - Винтовка

From the south to the Urals, you walk with me
Partisan trail,
And enemies happened to fall a lot
Where we made my way with you.

Chorus:
Eh, Bay, Rifle, Male, deftly
Without mercy on the enemy!
I am my rifle,
A sharp saber will help.

You and now the same, day and night guard
In the front-line strip.
Trail We see the enemy rustle fishing each.
We know the enemy of tricks all.

Chorus.

The enemy is no wonder angry, the enemy is not afraid afraid
Partisan our mouths.
Again he will not sleep, but will fall out, so dream
Clear guerrilla machine gun.

Chorus.

We are ready for battle with a bandy anyone.
No first to fight.
We will fight two: I and you with me.
Together we are familiar to win.