Текст песни Мужской хор Валаамского Монастыря - Марш Измайловского полка

Our regiment, our regiment! Cherished, charming word
For those, who in his youth and soul in the ranks.
Another old it is, for us - all as new
And marks us and brotherhood and family.

Oh, banner, banner dilapidated, beauty regiment of native,
You crowning glory of abusive in battle! *
Whose heart for your rags is not ready
All the good and forget to give your life?

Polk teaches us to suffer meekly Deprivation
And to sacrifice themselves in the heat of the holy zeal.
All noble: courage, valor, duty,

Dashing prowess, honor, love for the Motherland glorious,
To the great King and Faith Orthodox
In a single word that merges: our regiment!

Our regiment, our regiment! Cherished, charming word
For those, who in his youth and soul in the ranks.
Another old it is, for us - all as new
And marks us and brotherhood and family.