In our hearts is burning the love of our native land,
We go into a deadly battle for the honour of our native country!
Cities are burning, covered in smoke,
the thunder of a stern god of war roars!
Artillerymen, Stalin gave the order!
Artillerymen, the Motherland calls us!
From hundreds of thousands of batteries,
for the tears of our mothers,
for our Motherland, fire! Fire!
Know, my dear mother, know, my wife or girlfriend,
know, distant home and my entire family,
that our blizzard of steel is beating and burning the enemy,
that we are bringing freedom into the native land!
Artillerymen, Stalin gave the order!
Artillerymen, the Motherland calls us!
From hundreds of thousands of batteries,
for the tears of our mothers,
for our Motherland, fire! Fire!
The hour of victory will come, the end of the marches will come!
But before returning to our beloved homes,
in honour of our Leader,
in honour of our people,
we will give a joyful salute in the hour of victory!
Artillerymen, Stalin gave the order!
Artillerymen, the Motherland calls us!
From hundreds of thousands of batteries,
for the tears of our mothers,
for our Motherland, fire! Fire!
Artillerymen, Stalin gave the order!
Artillerymen, the Motherland calls us!
From hundreds of thousands of batteries,
for the tears of our mothers,
for our Motherland, fire! Fire!
