If they bring news to you about me,
If they say: «He is tired, he is lagging behind, he fell down»,
Do not believe, my dearly loved! This word
My friends will never utter, if they believe in me!
The oath is calling with blood from the banne
It gives me power, moves me forward.
So how can I be tired or lagging behind,
So how can I fall down and not get up?
If they bring news to you about me,
If they say: «He is a traitor! He betrayed his motherland», -
Do not believe, my dearly loved! This word
My friends will never utter, if they love me!
I took my gun and went to war,
To fight for you and my motherland.
To betray you? And my motherland?
What will be left of my life then?
If they bring news to you about me.
If they say: «He died! Musa is already dead», —
Do not believe, my dearly loved! This word
My friends will never utter, if they love you!
The cold body will be covered with earth, —
But the fiery song cannot be covered!
Died, winning, and who will dare
To call you dead, if you were a fighter!
20 ноября 1943