If you value your dear home,
Where you was fed as Russian man,
Under the ceiling made of wood
Where you were swinging in the cradle;
If you value in this very home
Walls and corners and oven too
And the floors that were lying beneath
Grandpa and his father when they walked upon;
If you humble garden pleases you
With bees' humming and flowers of May
And the table that was dug in
Under linden in past century;
If you don't want this very floor
Be trampled by the fascist foot,
And the fascist sit at the table
And brake trees in the garden yours...
If you love your mother at all,
And her breasts that gave you a milk.
Let they now contain it none,
But you can lean by cheek on it;
If you cannot bare the sight
Of how fascist will stand right here
And will hit her wrinkly cheeks,
Wrapped her braid of his filthy hand;
And the hands, that were carrying you
In the cradle when you was a baby,
Wash the clothes of the fascist scum
And make the bed to him as well...
If you didn't forget father,
That swung you in his dear arms,
That was rather good soldier and
Gone somewhere in Carpathian snows,
That has died for Volga, for Don,
For the fate of your dear homeland;
If you don't want to see him
Turning over in the coffin,
And the father's portrait with crosses
Would be taken by fascist and thrown on the floor,
And in front of the mother's eyes
Fascist would step on his face by his boot...
If you don't want to give him girl
That with love you were wandering with,
Girl that you didn't dare to kiss
For a long time, - as strong love was, -
And the fascists took her alive
And raped her in the corner here,
And then crucified her by three men
Naked body, right down on the floor;
And these three dogs just get that's yours
In moaning, hatred and in the blood
All that you kept with tenderness
By all strength of your big man heart...
If you don't want for all time give
To the fascist with his rifle
House that you lived in, wife and mother
All that we always call homeland, -
Know: no one ever will save her,
If you don't find the strength do this.
Know that no one will kill fascist,
If you don't do it by your fist.
And while you haven't kill him,
You be silenced about your love,
Place where you grew, the house where lived
Don't you dare to call homeland.
If the fascist has been killed by brother,
If fascist was shot by neighbour,
That is their vengeance, not yours,
And you cannot be justified.
One should never sit behind other back,
Rifle of other cannot revenge,
If fascist has been killed by brother,
That is he, but not you a soldier.
So, just kill fascist, and let him
Lie in the ground instead of you,
Let there will be moaning about the dead
In his home instead of yours.
That was his will and it's his fault, -
Let his home burns down, not yours,
And let his wife, not yours remain
Widow till the death comes for her.
Let his mother will cry self out
And not yours will know such a pain,
Not your family, but just his
Will be waiting for nothing merely.
Go and kill one fascist at least!
Go and do it as fast as you can!
How many times you encounter him
So many times you must shoot and kill him!
22.11.17
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