Мотор-Роллер - Стрелковая рота
текст песни

The forest parted with pines and spruces,
Letting a rifle company pass.
Rains fell, and they covered themselves with greatcoats
From heavy thoughts and sweat.
They retreated through fields and villages,
Fighting their way back to their own people across the front.
With heavy thoughts, with heavy steps,
The soldiers of the wounded companies marched.
Escape the clutches of encirclement,
Under continuous mortar fire,
We continue our retreat, our retreat
Day and night, night and day.
We made our way through thickets and groves.
The forest sheltered us in its embrace.
The slender branches lost their leaves,
The north wind died down toward evening.
We did not read the grim reports.
Axes and bayonets were used.
Yes, we had our fill of grief and vodka
In that harsh, merciless year!
We, in pea coats, greatcoats, and padded jackets,
We were lashed by the cold rain.
Through the forest, windfall, and bushes,
We were marching from the border to the capital.
We, in pea coats, greatcoats, and padded jackets,
We were lashed by the cold rain.
Through the forest, windfall, and bushes,
We were marching from the border to the capital.