Текст песни Песни военных лет - Комиссары

Music: Zharkovsky

Though whiskey has been turning gray for a long time,
You are not old for me yet
Political leaders, political leaders,
And still - the commissars.

Your word in that war
Choosing the surest path to your heart,
It went on a par with grenades,
With shells of all calibers.

You were throwing people at bayonets
Hit the enemy
Political leaders, political leaders,
And still - the commissars.

Burning the mouth with the team
It can be seen that you have such a fate
Everywhere they went ahead first
Carrying us along with him.

You took the shelves forward
Through suffering and fires
Political leaders, political leaders,
And still - the commissars.

And by dawn into the fire again,
And the people are ahead - without counting,
To win and stand to death -
Your main party work!

Though whiskey has been turning gray for a long time
You are not old for me yet
Political leaders, political leaders,
And still - the commissars.

Political leaders, political leaders,
And still - the commissars!