Through mountains and meadows
the division is advancing,
to the assault will be taken
the enemy position.
to the assault will be taken
the enemy position.
Red the forest of flags
on the southbound march:
are the laborers in arms,
partisans of love.
are the laborers in arms,
partisans of love.
The glory of those battles
will never go out.
Go on, comrades!
we'll throw them into the sea!
Go on, comrades!
we'll throw them into the sea!
It will remain in the legend
of this war, this vulcan,
the days of Balachaied,
the soldiers of the Soviet.
the days of Balachaied,
the soldiers of the Soviet.
No more bandits,
the intervention is over,
our march is over
long live the revolution!
our march is over
long live the revolution!