Текст песни Арктида - Атака Русских Мертвецов

Let the Russian God forget us, maybe he was a little busy,
And on this day, and at this moment, help came to us anyway.
And Death is again not up to us, it could not bear such a load.
Even if our God is far away, it means that the Devil is definitely Russian.

In the name of grandfathers and fathers - the attack of the Russian dead.

The alarm became a laryngeal cough, the pain of burns became adrenaline!
Staggering, we walked through the fog on a black scorched plain!
And, spitting lungs at the enemy, hissing, mooing and dying,
A piece of the Zemlyansky regiment marched to death, fulfilling its duty!

Let us bow for mortal combat
Heroes of the First World War!