Текст песни Иван Медведев - Всем по сто капель и белые рубахи...

Lost count of the bloody days,
A gunpowder smells like death.
We do not laugh at jokes,
And strength is only enough to endure.

Which day is the siege.
Supplies of food at zero.
For death comes to us in the morning early,
After all, tomorrow is our last day.

      And our captain, tired to death,
      Hardly stand on their feet,
      Waving his hand at all weak,
      It gives the last in the life of our Order:

     "Shoot the hell night guards!
      The enemy does not enter until the night of the yard!
      All one hundred droplets, and white shirts
      By morning, smooth and put on yourself! "

To help us too late,
Her destiny is now only revenge
For those brothers that have fallen in battle.
Their enemy in battle did not spare.

So let them live in this world
Those who have had to live!
Those for whom these walls
We stood firmly fighters!

       We have that with you now my friend left?
       Dawn and death for us one today.
       Find the remnants of bullets for all pockets
       And to fulfill our last order.

      "Shoot the hell night guards!
       The enemy does not enter until the night of the yard!
       All one hundred droplets, and white shirts
       By morning, smooth and put on yourself! "