Miss Pavilichenko(SIC)'s well known to fame; Russia's country, fighting is your game; The whole world will love her for a long time to come, For more than three nazis fell by your gun.
CHORUS: Fell by your gun, yes, Fell by your gun more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
Miss Pavlichenko's well known to fame; Russia's your country, fighting is your game Your smile shines as as any new morning sun. But more than three hundred nazidogs fell by your gun.
CHORUS your mountains and canyons quiet as the deer. Down in your bigtrees (SIC) knowing no fear. You lift up your sight. And down comes a hun. And more than three nazidogs fell by your gun.
CHORUS In your summer's heat, in your cold wintery snow, In all kinds of weather you track down your foe; This world will love your sweet face the same way I've done, 'Cause more than hundred nazzy (SIC) hound fell by your gun.
CHORUS I'd hate to drop in a parachute and land an enemy in your land. If your Soviet people make it so hard on men; I crave to meet that wrong end of such a pretty lady's gun If her name was Pavlichenko, and mine Three O One.