Where the morning wind blows away the dreams
Where the young day hesitantly rises
You hear our division from far away
The heavy tanks resound and rumble
Where the forests stand, we storm ahead
Throwing up clouds in a tempest
Should the earth tremble, yet it will be in peace
That's what our division stands for
Where the noise of the tanks suddenly breaks
The hard day marks each face
Until after the assault we're overcome by joy, yes joy
And our Hooray sounds far into the land