Текст песни Мужской хор Валаамского Монастыря - Марш Преображенского полка

We know the Turks and Swedes,
And we have known about the light.
In the battle for victory
We always conducts himself King!

With us work He shares,
He is before us in battle,
Happiness every one of us believes
Die in his eyes.

Nice were our grandfathers,
Remember them and the Swede, and Lyakh.
And soaring eagle Victory
At Poltava in the fields!

The banner of their regiment fascinates
Russian bayonet our battle.
He reminds us,
As grandparents went into battle.

Our steadfast More bayonet three-edged,
Voice of honor is not silent.
So let's go ahead we nice,
The first Russian regiment.

From Peter the Great to Nicholas
True to our regiment was always,
In the field of battle, not shy,
Breasted we always serve.

Preobrazhentsy removed,
We are happy to entertain the King,
And, funny old,
Nice will vvek! Hooray!