Translation of the song A brif dem haver Woroschilow artist Saul Lyubimov

,Avek iz mayn bruder in Royter Armey

Away is my brother, in the Red Army,

.mayn bruderl, mayn liber in Royter Armey

My brother, my dear, in the Red Army.

,Oy, khaver Voroshilov, ikh lib im a sakh

Oy, friend Voroshilov, I love him a lot,

.Oy, khaver Voroshilov, to shtel im af der vakh

Oy, friend Voroshilov, so make him a guard.

,A shlogler mayn bruder, premirt in varshtat

My brother is smart, he graduated in the city,

,A yat iz mayn bruder, shoyn eynmol a yat

On a hunt my brother has been before,

,Oy, khaver Voroshilov, ikh lib im azoy

Oy, friend Voroshilov, I love him so much,

.Oy, khaver Voroshilov, dos land im fartroy

Oy, friend Voroshilov, entrust the country to him.

,Ot hert men — fashistn, zey sharfn dem shverd

When you hear - Fascists, they sharpen the sword,

.Nit andersh — zey viln Sovetishe erd

Nothing else - they want Soviet land.

,Oy, khaver Voroshilov, der ershter in krig

Oy, friend Voroshilov, the first in war,

.Oy, khaver Voroshilov, dem bruderl shik

Oy, friend Voroshilov, send the brother.

,A shlogler mayn bruder, der bester bay undz

My brother is smart, the best among us,

.Er vet zey bavayzn a krikhn tsi undz

He will prove himself, and if they get us.

,Oy, khaver Voroshilov, um tomer er falt

Oy, friend Voroshilov, and if he should fall after all,

.Oy, khaver Voroshilov, to shik mir dan bald

Oy, friend Voroshilov, send me soon after.

,Ikh bin shoyn a groyser, ikh vaks nokhanand

I'm already a grown-up, I will grow some more,

ikh kon shoyn haltn a biks in der hand

I can already hold a rifle in my hands

,Oy, khaver Voroshilov, der ershter in krig

Oy, friend Voroshilov, the first in war,

.Oy, khaver Voroshilov, dem bruderl shik

Oy, friend Voroshilov, send the brother.

,Avek iz mayn bruder in Royter armey

Away is my brother, in the Red Army,

.mayn bruderl, mayn liber, in Royter armey

My brother, my dear, in the Red Army.

,Oy, khaver Voroshilov, ikh lib im a sakh

Oy, friend Voroshilov, I love him a lot,

Oy, khaver Voroshilov, to shtel im af der vakh

Oy, friend Voroshilov, so make him a guard.