Текст песни Хор Подворья Валаамского монастыря. - Марш Преображенского полка

We know the Turks and Swedes,
And we have known about the light,
In the battle for victory
We have always been the king himself leads.
 
With us work He shares,
He is before us in battle;
Happiness every one of us believes
Die in his eyes.
 
Our grandfathers were nice -
Remember them and Swede and Lyakh;
Their soaring eagle wins
At Poltava in the fields.
 
The banner of their regiment fascinates
Russian bayonet our battle;
He reminds us,
As grandparents went into battle!
 
Our firm has a bayonet faceted,
Voice of honor is not silent.
As we go forward nicely,
Next, the glorious Russian regiment.
 
Sovereigns on oath
True to our regiment was always -
In the field of battle, not shy,
Breast is zavsegda.
 
As before - to remove,
We are happy to entertain the King,
And the soldiers fighting
Vvek be nice, hurray!