A soldier is always strong
A soldier is hot to trot
We’re busy kicking dust
From roadways’ sandy rugs.

There is no time for stopping,
No chance to shuffle legs,
Our grins are never dropping,
We shine from boots to heads!

The scorched wheat fields all smolder,
And meter after meter
Ukraine is stomped by soldiers:
The Army Group named Center!

For firsts and for seconds, count off!
First! Second! First!
Firsts, one step forward, halt.
To Heavens and fast...

And those, who’re second, are heroes as well;
They follow your lead to Heavens from Hell.
First! Second! First! First! Second! First!
First! Second! First!

Ahead of us: tree blossoms.
Behind us: burning lands.
No need to think that someone
Will guide us through the flames.

We will remain good-natured,
Back home from our campaigns.
And we will be rewarded
With maids of flaxen braids!

It’s something to look forward,
But meter after meter:
Ukraine is stomped by soldiers:
The Army Group named Center!

For firsts and for seconds, count off!
First! Second! First!
Firsts, one step forward, halt.
To Heavens and fast...

And those, who’re second, are heroes as well;
They follow your lead to Heavens from Hell.
First! Second! First! First! Second! First!
First! Second! First!