Po dolinam i po vzgoriam

Po dolinam i po vzgoriam (Russian: По долинам и по взгорьям, English: Through valleys and over hills, Serbo-Croatian: Po šumama i gorama, По шумама и горама, English: Through forests and over hills), also known as Partisan's Song, is a popular Red Army song from the Russian Civil War and World War I. It is believed that the original song melody was composed by Yuri Cherniavsky in 1915 for recruits, but it is possible that it circulated in Russia even before. Vladimir Gilyarovsky wrote text for the song named "March of the Siberian Regiment". His text has three versions. Peter Parfenov wrote the latest version of the song after the Battle of Volochayevka in 1922.[1]

Monument to the Red Army soldiers in Spassk-Dalny

Po dolinam i po vzgoriam has many versions in other languages, including Serbo-Croatian, Greek, German, French, Hungarian, Hebrew, Kurdish and others. The song was adapted by the Yugoslav Partisans and used in World War II.

In the Middle East, this Russian song also got Hebrew texts written by the poets Avraham Shlonsky - Halokh halkha hevraya - a translation after Alexander Blok, which in several mobilizing versions served the Zionist Socialist Hashomer Hatzair movement and the Palestinian Communist Youth (now BANKI) movement in the Mandatory Palestine and then in Israel - and Didi Manussi - Mul gesher hanahar - which is known in the interpretation by the Israeli Gevatron ensemble. The music was used also as the first melody for the anthem of Palmakh Jewish shock units in Palestine.[2]

Russian lyrics

Russian	Transliteration	English translation
По долинам и по взгорьям Шла дивизия вперёд, Чтобы с боя взять Приморье — Белой армии оплот Наливалися знамена Кумачом последних ран, Шли лихие эскадроны Приамурских партизан. Этих лет не смолкнет слава, Не померкнет никогда — Партизанские отряды Занимали города. И останутся, как в сказках, Как манящие огни Штурмовые ночи Спасска, Волочаевские дни. Разгромили атаманов, Разогнали воевод И на Тихом океане Свой закончили поход.	Po dolinam i po vzgoriam Shla diviziia vperyod, Chtoby s boya vziat Primore - Beloj armii oplot. Nalivalisia znamena Kumachom poslednikh ran, Shli likhie eskadrony Priamurskikh partizan. Ehtikh let ne smolknet slava, Ne pomerknet nikogda, Partizanskie otriady Zanimali goroda. I ostanutsia kak v skazke, Kak maniashchie ogni, Shturmovye nochi Spasska, Volochaevskie dni. Razgromili atamanov, Razognali voevod, I na Tikhom okeane Svoj zakonchili pokhod.	Through valleys and over hills Went the division forward To capture in battle Primorye The stronghold of the White Army. The banners were filled By the red of the last wounds Went the intrepid squadrons Of the Amur partisans. The fame of those days will never cease Will never dim The partisan troops Captured cities. And will remain as legends Like sparkling fires The storming nights of Spassk The days of Volochaevka. [We] defeated the atamans Dispersed the Voivodes And on the Pacific Ocean Had ended our campaign.

Serbo-Croatian lyrics

Serbo-Croatian	Serbo-Croatian Cyrillic	English translation
Po šumama i gorama naše zemlje ponosne idu čete partizana, Slavu borbe pronose! Partizan sam, tim se dičim To ne može biti svak, Umrijeti za slobodu Može samo div-junak! Neka čuje dušman kleti krvavi se vodi rat, Prije ćemo mi umrijeti Nego svoje zemlje dat'! Kaznićemo izdajice, Oslobodit' narod svoj, Kazaćemo cijelom svijetu Da se bije ljuti boj! Crne horde nas ne plaše, Krv herojska u nas vri, Mi ne damo zemlje naše Da je gaze fašisti!	По шумама и горама наше земље поносне иду чете партизана, Славу борбе проносе! Партизан сам, тим се дичим То не може бити свак, Умријети за слободу Може само див-јунак! Нека чује душман клети крвави се води рат, Прије ћемо ми умријети Него своје земље дат'! Казнићемо издајице, Ослободит' народ свој, Казаћемо цијелом свијету Да се бије љути бој! Црне хорде нас не плаше, Крв херојска у нас ври, Ми не дамо земље наше Да је газе фашисти!	Through the woods and hills Of our proud country March the companies of Partisans Spreading the glory of struggle! I'm a Partisan; of that I am proud. Not everyone can be that, To die for freedom Only a giant-hero can! Let the cursed foe know A bloody war is waged We will rather die Than give our land! We will punish the traitors And free all our people, We will tell the entire world That a bitter fight is fought! Black hordes don’t scare us Heroic blood boils in our veins We don’t allow our lands To be trampled by Fascists!

Greek lyrics

Greek	Transliteration	English translation
Παρτιζάνοι προχωρείτε Μεσ' τους κάμπους, στα βουνά Να κερδίσουμε τη μάχη Ν' ανατείλει η λευτεριά. Από κάμπους και λαγκάδια κατεβαίνει η αγροτιά, μ'υψωμένα τα δρεπάνια χαιρετάει την εργατιά. Χρόνια τώρα εμείς σκυμμένοι σκάβουμε τη μαύρη Γης και τα πλούτη μας τα παίρνουν οι τυράννοι οι αστοί. Ό,τι βλέπουμε μπροστά μας απ'τα χρόνια τα παλιά, στη δουλειά μας τα χρωστάμε, ζήτω-ζήτω η εργατιά! Ας ξεχάσουμε τα μίση ολα εκείνα τα παλιά, κι ας υψώσουμε τα ξίφη όλοι για τη λευτεριά.	Partizánoi proxoríte mes stous kámpous sta vouná na kerdísoume ti máxi na anatíli i leuteriá. Apó kámpous kai lagkádia katevaínei i agrotiá, m' ypsoména ta drapánia chairetáei tin ergatiá. Chrónia tóra emeís skymménoi skávoume ti mávri Gis kai ta ploúti mas ta paírnoun oi tyránnoi oi astoí. Ó,ti vlépoume mprostá mas ap' ta chrónia ta paliá, sti douleiá mas ta chrostáme, zíto-zíto i ergatiá! As ksechásoume ta mísi óla ekeína ta paliá, ki as ypsósoume ta ksífi óloi gia ti lefteriá.	Partisans, move forward, in the meadows and the mountains so that we can win this battle for the freedom to rise. From plains and ravines comes down the peasant class, with sickles raised up they greet the working class. For years now we have bowed digging the black Earth and our riches are taken by the tyrrants the bourgeois. Everything we see in front of us from the old years, we owe it to our labour long live-long live the working class! Let us forget our grudges all these grudges of old, and let's raise our swords all of us for liberty!

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[1] Dmitri Hrustalev 2013 on site Vesti.ru

[2] Zemereshet- Israeli site of Hebrew music