Текст песни А. В. Александров, С. Алымов - Бейте c неба самолеты

Throw think the generals,
About march on Moscow:
From the Caucasus to the lake
You are spaced a piece!

Chorus:

       Beat the sky, airplanes,
       Croy, the soldiers, all the bayonets!
       Scribbling machine guns,
       Go to fight the Bolsheviks.

For us to go no Bourget,
All generals - trumpet!
Horse Councils
Maybe the devil chopped down!

Chorus.

Flamethrower, sailor,
Gunner and Sapper -
Red Army called
And fighting back the enemy.

Chorus.

We shall cope with any bedoyu,
All enemies scatter in the smoke.
We are not an inch of their land
No one will not give!

Chorus.

Our army - made of steel,
Our song is simple:
Dear Comrade Stalin!
Do not come down from the post one!

Chorus.

Bolshevik - is not just a word:
This is - the title of a fighter.
We are always ready to fight,
Do not give in to the end!