Текст песни Песняры - Письмо белорусских партизан

"To Adolf the Demented,
Unheard of by our assault rifles,
The goat's goat,
At the Munich Dog Shop,
Which, creeping on the chopping block, trembled with fear,
A machine-gun burst of writing
We will fall on sharp bayonets. "

We are partisan from the Belarusian forests,
I am writing to you, stinking whip:
Even dogs are not licked
You'll be hanging out at the first bitch.

We are on your pod, merlin,
We will not spare any pits or bitches.
We will blow your harina spirit out of Berlin,
Varu we have enough on all cockroaches.

We roasted your eagle with your feathers,
What more do you have to write, piggies?
Your name is just a shame to the paper,
The fermentation of yours to finish your hurry just.

The letter on which we wrote - knees.
There is no point in the letter, astolop.
Remember the Yankee-Ivan grammar,
The dotted lead will scroll your forehead.

We are partisan from the Belarusian forests,
Star Eye (B) sample was taken,
Will give us shelter for forests and glades,
We draw our strength from our native land.