We love our homeland faithfully in our hearts.
We battle to death for our beloved motherland.
Cities are now burning, with all covered in smoke.
The god of war is rumbling in the dark forests.
Artillerymen, Stalin gave the order.
Artillerymen, the motherland calls us.
With the one-hundred-thousands of batteries,
for the tears of our mothers,
for our motherland — fire! Fire!
We battle to death for our beloved motherland.
Cities are now burning, with all covered in smoke.
The god of war is rumbling in the dark forests.
Artillerymen, Stalin gave the order.
Artillerymen, the motherland calls us.
With the one-hundred-thousands of batteries,
for the tears of our mothers,
for our motherland — fire! Fire!
Glory to the Union!
Glory to the Red Army!
Glory to the Revolution!
Marshal of the Forum High Command
Glory to the Red Army!
Glory to the Revolution!
Marshal of the Forum High Command
