Your blood flows
O Soldier at bayonet of whims
of keepers of peace
In swamps of enemy's forests
beneath the castles of motherland
it flows down the throats
of keepers of peace
You fashion will in shield
to fortify pride of keepers of peace
walk in fire to your grave
spreading red carpet
cushion of flesh on thorns
cowards walk in peace
To wash blood-stained hands
you give your blood
again and again
O Soldier
