Текст песни Солисты, хор и оркестр ГАБТ, дир. А. Мелик-Пашаев - ПРОКОФЬЕВ. Война и мир. Эпиграф

A motley array of forces in Europe
Broke in Russia
In the Russian people more and more
Inflames the sense of insult.
Inflames it holy wrath fire.
To protect the Russian land he stood up.
And people's war club
Rose with all its formidable
And the majestic force.
Raise, lower and nail the enemy,
While not all killed invasion.
Great is our land.
Not to consider the brave sons of the vast it.
But our homeland is not got up yet
In all his formidable giant growth.
And woe to the enemy is waiting for an hour, when it will rise.
Death awaits the enemy.
Our huge Russian, Russian native land !!