Текст песни Советские песни - Наш паровоз вперед летит

We are children of those who spoke
The white troops.
Who left his locomotive,
Going to the barricades.

Chorus:

Our locomotive, forward fly.
In the Commune stop.
We have no other way-
In the hands of our rifle.

Among us there are children, sons,
What were their fathers together,
We will send your enemies round
Grief single place.

Chorus.

We are in the depths of our workshops
Forge, plane, chop,
Without putting their hands,
We work like a factory.

Chorus.

Our engine we bring to bear,
This is who we need.
And let is created only front-
Let's go beat the enemies together.

Chorus:

Our locomotive, forward fly!
In the Commune stop.
We have no other way-
In the hands of our rifle.