Текст песни Паника - Песня о Щёрсе

It was a detachment of the beach, walking distance,
It was under the red banner of the regiment commander.
The head is wrapped, blood on the sleeve,
Trail of blood spreading on wet grass.
 Oh, on the wet grass!

"Boys, whose will you, who you fight leads?
Who is under the red flag is wounded? "
"We are the children of farm laborers, we - the new world,
Schors goes under the banner of red commander.
 Ah, the Red Army commander!

The hunger and cold in his life took place,
But not for nothing that his blood was shed.
Behind the cordon threw ferocious enemy,
Tempering his youth, the honor of our road.
 Oh, the honor of our road! "

The silence at the shore, silent voice,
Sun down slopes, the dew falls.
Famously racing horses and heard the sound of hooves.
Banner Schorsa red in the wind noise.
 Oh, the wind noise!