Though the Russian god forgot us — he was a little busy, perhaps
Yet on this day and at this instant, help came to us all the same
And once again death's not up to us, she couldn't bear such a burden
Even if our god is far away, then the devil is definitely Russian
In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men1
In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men
In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men
The alarm-bell became a guttural cough; the pain of burns, adrenaline
We staggered through fog over the scorched black plain
And, having hacked up our lungs at the enemy, hissing, lowing, and dying
A piece of the Zemlyansky Regiment strode into death, fulfilling their obligation
In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men
In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men
In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men
Let us bow down, for their fight to the death,
To the heroes of the First World War
1. A battle at Osowiec Fortress on August 6, 1915 during World War I