| Polyushko, field,
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| Polyushko, wide field,
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| Heroes are walking across the field
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| Oh yes, the heroes of the Red Army.
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| The girls are crying
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| The girls are sad today.
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| Darling left for a long time,
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| Oh, yes, my dear went to the army.
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| Girls, take a look
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| Look at our road
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| The long road winds
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| Oh, yes, a fun road.
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| We are going, we are going
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| We are going - and around the collective farms,
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| Our, girls, collective farms.
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| Oh, yes, our young villages.
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| Only we see
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| We see a gray cloud
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| Enemy malice because of the forest,
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| Oh, yes, the enemy's malice, like a cloud.
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| Girls, take a look
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| We are ready to accept the enemy
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| Our horses are swift
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| Oh, yes, our tanks are fast.
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| In the sky behind a cloud
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| Terrible pilots are watching.
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| Submarines swim fast.
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| Oh, yes, the ships are on patrol.
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| Let the collective farm
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| Friendly work is in full swing,
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| We are watchmen today
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| Oh, yes, we are sentries today.
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| Girls, take a look
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| Girls, wipe your tears.
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| Let the song grow stronger
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| Oh, yes, our song is fighting!
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| Polyushko, field,
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| Polyushko, green field!
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| Heroes are walking across the field
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| Oh yes, the heroes of the Red Army. |