Текст песни Ольга Чикина - Марш

November sixth
In the twelfth hour
Thinks darkness
With trees on people
Aerial man
Flickering on weight
My owl flies
And breathes in the dark

Flies (Haye!)
In a mile from the window,
Where we miss
Faithful my comrade
By combat
with him
Faithful my comrade
in combat.

November seventh
Thinks darkness
To banners and colors,
To cold bridge,
Towards the darkness
Huge and clean
My owl flies
We have over your head -

Flies (Haye!)
In a mile from the country
Where we meet
Red Seventh of November,
comrade,
Faithful my comrade
in combat.

Eighth of November
In the twelfth hour
Comrade we are full
Longing and brandy
And the world of such fourteen windows -
Between them my owl
So breathes deep -

Flies (Haye!)
In a mile from the earth
Where are we in sadness,
True to my comrade
With him
Faithful my comrade
in combat.

2002.