Текст песни Ю.В.Никулин - Это было Весною...

It was spring, green May,
When the tundra put on its green outfit.
We ran with you, fearing the pursuit,
So that the pistol does not overtake us.

The rain fell on our snout and on the muzzle of the revolver,
VOKHRa surrounded us - "Hands up the hill!" - they shout.
But they miscalculated. The encirclement is punctured.
Whoever looks at death directly - the bullet does not take those.

On the tundra, on the railway,
Where the fast "Vorkuta - Leningrad" rushes,
We ran with you, fearing a chase,
So that the pistol does not overtake us.

Wake up early in the morning, in fact they will build,
They call: "Vasiliev!" - and you come forward ...
This is Klim Voroshilov and little brother Budyonny
They gave freedom - the people love them so much.

We are now free that we dreamed of
About which they talk so much in the camps.
Immense distances are revealed before us,
The pistol charge will not overtake us now.

On the tundra, on the railway,
Where the fast "Vorkuta - Leningrad" rushes,
We ran with you, fearing the pursuit,
So that the pistol does not overtake us.