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, Stalin gave the order!
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Artillerymen, the Motherland is calling us!
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From hundreds of 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, Stalin gave the order!
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Artillerymen, the Motherland is calling us!
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From hundreds of 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 our Leader, 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, Stalin gave the order!
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Artillerymen, the Motherland is calling us!
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From hundreds of 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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From hundreds of thousands of batteries
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For the tears of our mothers
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For our Motherland - fire! |
Fire! |