| The love for our native land burns in our hearts,
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| We are going into mortal combat for the honor of our native country.
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| Cities are burning, engulfed in smoke,
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| The stern god of war thunders in the gray forests.
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| Artillerymen, the exact order has been given!
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| Artillerymen, the Motherland is calling us!
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| Of the many thousands of batteries
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| For the tears of our mothers
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| For our Motherland - fire! |
| Fire!
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| Find out, dear mother, find out the wife-girlfriend,
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| Find out, distant home and all my family,
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| That our steel blizzard beats and burns the enemy,
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| That we carry the will to our native lands!
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| Artillerymen, the exact order has been given!
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| Artillerymen, the Motherland is calling us!
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| Of the many thousands of batteries
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| For the tears of our mothers
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| For our Motherland - fire! |
| Fire!
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| The hour of victory will strike, the campaigns will end.
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| But before leaving for the homes of their relatives,
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| In honor of the native Party, in honor of our people
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| We will give a joyful salute at the hour of victory!
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| Artillerymen, the exact order has been given!
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| Artillerymen, the Motherland is calling us!
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| Of the many thousands of batteries
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| For the tears of our mothers
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| For our Motherland - fire! |
| Fire! |