| No need to be sad gentlemen officers
|
| What we have lost is not to return
|
| There is no Fatherland, there is no faith
|
| And our unnecessary path is marked with blood
|
| There is no Fatherland, there is no faith
|
| And our unnecessary path is marked with blood
|
| Let us be pressed against the Don by the enemy
|
| Behind us is a strip of land
|
| Villages, settlements and huts are burning,
|
| And what else could not be set on fire here
|
| Villages, settlements and huts are burning,
|
| And what else could not be set on fire here
|
| In our footsteps steppe after steppe rushes
|
| Thank you friends that I'm not alone here
|
| I will also have to die in this fight
|
| After all, I am also Russian, because I am a nobleman
|
| I will also have to die in this fight
|
| After all, I am also Russian, because I am a nobleman
|
| Let the steppe winds blow us
|
| No one will know where we fell,
|
| And so that Russia is always with us
|
| Take a handful of Russian land,
|
| And so that Russia is always with us
|
| Take a handful of Russian land
|
| No need to be sad gentlemen officers
|
| What we have lost is not to return
|
| There is no Fatherland, there is no faith
|
| And our unnecessary path is marked with blood
|
| There is no Fatherland, there is no faith
|
| And our unnecessary path is marked with blood |