Текст песни Хор Красной Армии - Прощание Славянки

This march did not make meat on the perrons,
When the enemy obscured the horizon,
With him our fathers in smoky cars
Trains were taken to the front.
He took the winter with us in the seventeenth,
Forty-fifth stepged on Berlin.
Raised with him to battle all Russia
On the roads with a non-good godin.

And if on the campaign
Country will call
For the edge of our native
We will all go to the sacred battle!

Noisy in the fields of bread,
My step-down step is
To heights of happiness,
Through all bad weather
Dear peace and labor!