The Partisan's Song

Through valleys and over hills
The division marched forward
To take the Primorye with battle
The stronghold of the White Army

The banners were flying
With the last rays of the sunset
The daring squadrons went
The Amur partisans

The glory of those years will not fade
Will never dim
Partisan units
Captured cities

And they will remain like in a fairy tale
Like bewitching fires
The stormy nights of Spassk
The days of Volochaevsk

They defeated the Atamans
Dispersed the Voivodes
And on the quiet Ocean
Ended their campaign