Thunder over the formation thunders regimental.
The waving melts in the haze of the columns,
A decisive battle awaits in the morning.
Mother, sister and wife il beloved
In a sensitive heart they conceal anxiety.
Marching in the fields dear
Regiment to where the sunset blazes.
Goodbye son and brother
Homeland soldiers.
The battle will be harsh.
Pass it, come back home.
🎵 Music: Farewell of Slavianka