Translation:Polyushko Pole

by Viktor Gusev

Prairie, O prairie,
Prairie, open and wide,
Heroes are riding across the prairie,
Oh, Red Army heroes.

Lassies are crying,
Lassies are forlorn today,
Their laddies are leaving for a long time,
Oh, their laddies are leaving for the army.

Lassies, pay attention,
Look at the road we ride on,
The road is long and windy,
Oh, what a merry road.

We only see
We only see the gray clouds,
The hate of the enemy from the forest,
Oh, the enemy's hate is like a dark cloud.

Oh, lassies, pay attention,
We are ready to fight the foes,
Our horses are fleet-footed,
Our tanks are swiftly rolling.

Oh, let our farmers,
Work with peace of mind,
Today we are the guards,
Today we are guarding them.