Miss Pavlichenko lyrics

Fell by your gun,

Fell by your gun,

Three hundred nazis fell by your gun.

Miss Pavlichenko, well known to fame,

Russia's your country, fighting is your game.

The world will always love you for all time to come,

Three hundred nazis fell by your gun.

Fell by your gun,

Fell by your gun,

Three hundred nazis fell by your gun.

In the mountains and canyons quiet as a deer.

Down in the forest, knowing no fear.

Lift up your sight, down comes a hun,

Three hundred nazis fell by your gun.

Fell by your gun, yes,

Fell by your gun

More than three hundred nazis fell by your gun.

In the hot summer's heat, or the cold winter snow,

All kinds of weather, you track down the foe.

Your face is as bright as the new morning sun,

But more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun.

Fell by your gun,

Fell by your gun,

Three hundred nazis fell by your gun.