Dare not o'er here to fly.

The foes to trample do not dare

Our fields of wheat and rye.

We'll send the rotten German scum

A bullet in the head.

The rabble with a sword who’ve come

Will be forever dead.

Let noble fury boil again

Like a wave upon the shore.

It's a war of each and every man

It's our sacred war.

Let's go and push with all the force

With all our heart and soul

For our land from South to North,

The lovely Russian soil.

Oh, rise enormous land of mine,