A soldier is never sick, A soldier ready in a twix, - And dust with boots we kick, From roads, like woman a rug with a stick. There is no time breaking pace, Or give your feet respite, - And radiance on every face, Our boots are shining bright! Along the scorched black plane - Step by step they enter - Our country, our Ukraine The soldiers of the group"Center". One-two, one-two, start the count men! First-second row... First one, step forward!- straight to heaven. First-second row... And every second also a hero,- Heíll get into heaven after you. One-two, one-two, One-two, one-two, One-two, one-two... In front of us golden fields scent, Behind, fire and hellís gate. No need to think, with us the man, Who will decide our fate. Not gloomy, but as happy guys - Weíll return to our green grass, - And long-awaited fare brides Will be a reward for us! Itís all ahead, but still remain - Step by step they entered - Our country, our Ukraine The soldiers of the group"Center". One-two, one-two, start the count men! First-second row... First one, step forward!- straight to heaven. First-second row... And every second also a hero,- Heíll get into heaven after you. One-two, one-two, One-two, one-two, One-two, one-two...        
© Anatoli Trojanowski. Translation, 2020