Текст песни НОМ - Ты будешь выть, Германия.

You're going to howl, Germany!
Text: B.Liharev (1941)

If you are met with a rabid dog,
In the dog shoot.
If the snake crawled into your house.
Kill vermin.
With the German blood as be the enemy?
Soviet people know!

Bayonet of his infection,
So much so that roared!
That fell immediately
The bread that he ate.

All. The blond and black and red,
Thick and thin - all cut off.
- Death threatens us, bastard! Die same!
Bullet prosvischet. And less than one!

Find out what it means to Russian anger.
We are not in Paris, not Denmark.
And, all fear of whitewashed,
You're going to howl, Germany.

You'll be in the mountain spit vomit
Methane in the wind,
And Germans vile bear
Can not nemchura.

Let's go great storm.
Dyhnёm breath of winter.
And over the German tear
We'll laugh.

Whether they land the grave!
My land is not to conquer!
Give us, O Motherland force
Beat! Beat! Beat!