Song of the 17th Vietnamese People's Artillery Regiment

My first love came from Russia
From where I don't know
She came from a far-off steel mill
And if you're French, she is going to kill you!

At any village the pretty girls hail us
They are beautiful and the night is gay
But the day after there is only one for me
My favorite Russian, the sweetheart of our battery!

She is young, she is pretty, she's tall
She doesn't know how to speak Vietnamese
But I adore her husky voice nevertheless
When she sings, everybody better pay attention!

We spend the night together under the open sky
And she is happy when the cold arrives
She will never again feel the snow
But with us she is content

She is not like the other girls
Because she eats shells with her pretty mouth
And she spits out death at the enemy
She isn't too feminine my darling companion
But who would ever want another?

Long live Lenin in distant Russia!
He who has sent us this splendid girl
With her I will enter proudly beautiful Hanoi
The other girls will be jealous, they'll put on airs
But my girl, she won't be hurt
Because its her, the heroine who has won us the war!