At the traitors' traps, in the sleep of blood
We got shot, eh my folk, don't forget us
We were crucified to get tortured
Eh my folk don't forget us!
When the oppression may not full the cities nor villages
Turned into grave
Instead of fiancee we have clinged mauser rifle
We have clinged, eh my folk don't forget us
Every dawn, on the blood
Red roses blossom on the mountains
Every bullets of Racist barrels
Eh my folk don't forget us!