Nothing is left of the heroes of bygone days,
even names sometimes Those who sacrificed their lives,
Became just ashes and dust, Only their formidable courage
Settled in the hearts of the living This eternal flame was bequeathed
For only us And we keep it in our hearts. Look at my soldiers,
The whole world remembers their faces. Here stood a battalion in line-up.
I can recognize my old friends again. The hard times they had to go through.
Though they were not even twenty-five years old They were those, who with bayonets in their hands Stood as a single entity. Those who took Berlin. There is no family in Russia,
who has not remembered their heroes. And the eyes of young soldiers
Are looking at us from faded pictures They look at us, and it is like the High Court
For the guys that are growing now. And the boys cannot lie. They cannot deceive
And they have no way to turn away.