Текст песни Гр.Рядовой Дарин-И.Стрекалов - Рядовой

Their country Russia
With the fate of the broken
Always save the Messiah,
He saved a simple soldier.

On the Volga, and in Berlin,
Under the Kursk arc
Saving their shrines
Russian soldier.

From time immemorial there is the title of chief
And no more sacred duty,
The soldiers serve as a Mother-Rasee
In the highest rank - the ordinary!

We were baptized bullets,
As dead water.
But we did not give up
In a frontal attack.

Even the ring,
But you - always a hero
War of the wretched,
Forgotten soldier!

From time immemorial ...

And in Grozny and in Afghanistan
You're the first to fight.
And who killed who are injured,
Still alive ...

Let's open flask -
For the Order of Battle,
For Lenka and Natasha,
Be happy, soldier!

From time immemorial there is the title of chief
And no more sacred duty,
The soldiers serve as a Mother-Rasee
In the highest rank - the ordinary!