Текст песни Хор Валаамского монастыря - Песня 12-го Драгунского полка

Too many years have passed since then,
When on Hells Valley
Our regiment was riding at full gallop,
Like the snow avalanche.

Sleeping dead sleep, such is the lot,
Dragoons - gray warriors.
You hear them too Appel
A call to battle, as in the days gone by.

Fought under the world and under the red,
Fought in the battle Shevardino,
Terrible memories
French Borodin day.

Crowned himself King of dragoons award
Dragoon Shako otlichёn
Reward, the king's delight
Regiment was captured forever.

And that is the eternal monument:
Standard of St. George in the ranks,
Under him die dragoons carefree,
Fold the head in battle.