Текст песни Максим Трошин - Золотые погоны...

Golden epaulettes Russian mine
You wear - again faith in God wakes up.
And celestial blue, and rye field
Once again defending, gentlemen, we have to!

Let thundering drum, wind ruffled banners,
Our thoughts are clear, our conscience is clear.
Before the formation of the Lord called by name,
And the lieutenant raised a banner with the image of Christ.

    For Mother Russia drawn swords!
    Not afraid of a bullet in combat Chalayan.
    In addition to the Motherland have nothing to lose,
    In the Russian-sweet mother die!

Again snowstorm look into his eyes,
And the rain will flow, like children's tears,
And at a time darkened the skies turquoise,
And candles are lit in the birch.

Care cordon today we have no right,
After all, Russia is the pain we do not take!
And in the last battle, we do not aspire to fame
And without firing chain go on the field.

    For Mother Russia drawn swords!
    Not afraid of a bullet in combat Chalayan.
    In addition to the Motherland have nothing to lose,
    In the Russian-sweet mother die!