Текст песни Монгол Шуудан - Песня красноармейца

And the bullet knows exactly whom she does not like:
Who she does not like - in crude land lies ...
And the birds understand why they fly,
And only white air from the wings trembling them ...

Something does not shine something
Above the head fog
Or bullet in the heart marks,
Or close Commisar,
At the dawn, the crow screams:
"Communist, open fire!"
Per hour last, funeral,
The corpse smells like a moonshine ...

And the bullet knows exactly whom she does not like:
Who she does not like - in crude land lies ...
And the birds understand why they fly,
And only white air from the wings trembling them ...