Текст песни Иосиф Кобзон - Песня Дзержинцев

Grief and anguish, the sorrow of a hungry childhood
Our country is compressed by the blockade,
But they cherish the revolution, but they cherish the revolution
Clean hands, warm heart, cool head.
Clean hands, warm heart, cold head.

In years of devastation, the White Guards are fierce,
Life is still bright and new
And defend the revolution, and defend the revolution
Clean hands, warm heart, cool head.
Clean hands, warm heart, cold head

Our science is open to the brave and honest
Remember the Dzerzhinets, these words,
What the soldiers of the revolution, what the soldiers of the revolution
Clean hands, warm heart, cold head
Clean hands, warm heart, cool head.