Nothingis left of the heroes of lost days.
Thosethat compromised their lives, Became simply ashes and also dirt, Only their awesome nerve Settled in the hearts of the living This everlasting fire was bestowed For just us And we will certainly maintain it in our hearts.
Lookat my soldiers, The universe remembers their faces.
Herestood a squadron in line-up.
I could identify my old close friends once again.
Thetough times they needed to go via.
Thoughthey were just twenty-five years of ages They were those, that with bayonets in their hands, Stood as a solitary entity.
Thosethat took Berlin.
Thereis not some family members in Russia, that has actually not remembered their heroes.
Andthe eyes of young soldiers Are checking out us from discolored photos They check out us, and also it resembles the High Court For the men that are expanding currently.
Andthe young boys could not exist.
Theycould not trick And they have no chance to avert.