Oh Fields My Fields (Song of the Olains)
polyushko-pole
polyushko, shiroko pole
edut po polyu geroi
ekh, da krasnoy armii geroi!
devushki, glyan’te
glyan’te na dorogu nash·ch
v’yetsya dal’nyaya doroga
ekh, da razvesëlaya doroga!
devushki, glyan’te
my vraga prinyat’ gotovy
nashi koni bystronogi
ekh, da nashi tanki bystrokhodny!
nashi koni bystronogi
ekh, da nashi tanki bystrokhodny!
ekh, pust’ zhe v kolkhoze
druzhnaya kipit rabota
my dozornyye segodnya
ekh, da my segodnya chasovyye
devushki, glyan’te
devushki, utrite slëzy!
pust’ sil’neye gryanet pesnya
ekh, da nasha pesnya boyevaya!
polyushko-pole
polyushko, shiroko pole
edut po polyu geroi
ekh, da krasnoy armii geroi!
Oh Fields My Fields (Song of the Plains)
Meadow field
Meadow, wide field
Heroes ride through the meadow
Oh, heroes of the Red Army!
girls, look
Look at our road
The distant road is calling
Oh, what a joyful road!
girls, look
We are ready to meet the enemy
Our horses are swift
Oh, our tanks are fast!
Our horses are swift
Oh, our tanks are fast!
Oh, let the collective farm
Be bustling with friendly work
We are the guards today
Oh, we are the sentries today
girls, look
Girls, wipe away your tears!
Let the song sound stronger
Oh, our battle song!
Meadow field
Meadow, wide field
Heroes ride through the meadow
Oh, heroes of the Red Army!
Escrita por: The Red Army Choir