Текст песни Доброволец - На Родину Нашу Нам нету дороги...

In our homeland, we do not have roads,
our people have also risen,
For us, he erected the funeral hearse,
And all of us showered with mud.
For three years we have suffered grievously,
Covenants Russia keeping,
We fought with the enemy and we do not consider
workday hours.
Perpetual sleep asleep fighters officers,
Fatalities in the glorious battles.
But not only it seemed narodu-
And now, to add the graves,
He bought the blood nasheyu freedom
His officers killed.
The government, the young men of science,
And a lot of classes and parties
Shake hands bloody murderers,
Made famous by our killers.