Like a blood stream flowing fine
On the steppes a thin red line:
Battles to the left and right,
Lurking death – a dreadful sight.
We advance, one hundred strong,
We march on, however long.
Hour by hour, day by day,
Our one command – to fight and stay.

Here today and gone tomorrow –
Morning brings us joy and sorrow.
No one knows what fate has planned,
We’ll give our life for our dear land.
Any moment can be your last,
The time for fear is now long past,
Ready, aim – repulse the foe!
Don’t drag your feet – let valor show.