Miss Pavilichenko's well known to fame
Russia's your country, fighting is your game
The whole world will love her for a long time to come,
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For 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 bright as any new morning sun
But more than three hundred nazidogs fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun

In your mountains and canyons quiet as the deer
Down in your bigtrees knowing no fear
You lift up your sight And down comes a hun
And more than three hundred nazidogs fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun

In your hot 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 three hundred nazzy hound fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun

I'd hate to drop in a parachute and land an enemy in your land
If your Soviet people make it so hard on invadin' men
I wouldn't crave to meet that wrong end of such a pretty lady's gun
If her name was Pavlichenko, and mine Three O One