On the Road

Put' dalok u nas s toboyu,
Veseley, soldat, glyadi!
V'yotsya, v'yotsya znamya polkovoye,
Komandiry vperedi.
Soldaty, v put', v put', v put'!
A dlya tebya, rodnaya,
Yest' pochta polevaya.
Proshchay! Truba zovot,
Soldaty - v pokhod!
Kazhdyy voin, paren' bravyy,
Smotrit sokolom v stroyu.
Porodnilis' my so slavoy,
Slavu dobyli v boyu.
Soldaty, v put', v put', v put'!
A dlya tebya, rodnaya,
Yest' pochta polevaya.
Proshchay! Truba zovot,
Soldaty - v pokhod!
Pust' vragi zapomnyat eto:
Ne grozim, a govorim.
My proshli s toboy polsveta.
Yesli nado - povtorim
Soldaty, v put', v put', v put'!
A dlya tebya, rodnaya,
Yest' pochta polevaya.
Proshchay! Truba zovot,
Soldaty - v pokhod!

A teper' dlya nas nastali
Dni uchoby i truda.
God za godom tol'ko protsvetali
Nashi sola-goroda!
Soldaty, v put', v put', v put'!
A dlya tebya, rodnaya,
Yest' pochta polevaya.
Proshchay! Truba zovot,
Soldaty - v pokhod
V put', v put', v put'!
A dlya tebya, rodnaya,
Yest' pochta polevaya.
Proshchay! Truba zovot,
Soldaty - v pokhod