Текст песни Евгений Юркевич - Последняя атака

Here again the infantry rolled back,
And the fields that edge - it is not yet ours.
And there is a battery, and there are machine guns,
But our regiment will not falter. Attack, march! March!

So go ahead, gentlemen officers!
We have been in bloody battles more than once.
Bolshevik chains will run now
The last spurt - and our victory!

The last push a moment before the crash
The exile is a ghost behind the shoulder.
And this attack will be the last -
It is useless to hide, because Crimea is doomed ...

The ground under the hooves beats elastic -
We rush like the wind towards the fire.
An old friend was killed nearby.
Ah, the bullet went to him, not to the horse.

In the last attack, die a hero
And the last to lie in his native land -
Isn't it better than surviving as an outcast
And to protect the Motherland only in the heart?

Few of us remained under the old standard.
And even if our share is immensely bitter,
But we shed our blood for a reason
For the glory of Russia, for the glory of the regiment.