Текст песни Альвар - Первый эскадрон

An alarm raised the army of heaven
And the hand will habitually lie on the hilt,
A pistol behind the belt, and in the barrel a cartridge ...
Western Army, First Squadron.

Here everyone chose his own path,
Anyway, the Lower World or Heaven.
Without looking back in the battle, let’s throw life at stake,
Western Army, First Squadron.

An alarm raised the army of heaven
And the hand will habitually lie on the hilt,
A pistol behind the belt, and in the barrel a cartridge ...
Western Army, First Squadron.

Never a squadron abandon his
And in the ranks, and in battle - all for one!
One by one by the wall - such is the law.
Western Army, First Squadron.
An alarm raised the army of heaven
And the hand will habitually lie on the hilt,
A pistol behind the belt, and in the barrel a cartridge ...
Western Army, First Squadron.