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Come on, lads, abroad
Beat the enemies of the Fatherland.
Let us remember the Queen Mother,
Recall what Her eyelids.

The glorious age of Catherine
We remind each step,
Those fields and those of the valley,
Where he fled from the Russian enemy.

That's where Suvorov fought
Here Rumyantsev where Raziel.
Each soldier was different,
The path to glory found.

Each warrior spirit of heroic
Amid these places always seemed.
And how nice our troops
The whole world knew about it!

Between the nice places
Rushed into battle together.
With the horse's tail
Frenchman ran home.

For a Frenchman, we road
And Paris will know.
We give him trouble,
As the capital will take.

The camp is located,
The ashes of the hero breaking.
And then have some fun
For his people, and king!

(2 last lines of each stanza are repeated 2 times)