Текст песни Отечественная война 1812 - Ополченская

For the King, with the Holy Russia,
Under the call of the drum
Let us collect the family home
Crusader-up in arms.

The enemy robs villages,
He beats women and children,
Do not spare neither age nor sex,
Neither the Lord altars.

But look at the thing evil
Heart Russian nevmoch
So eager and zealous
Help the defenseless.

Fully us to live in peace,
This is our home - a tent heaven.
Well, come on, ax in his belt
And the gun at the ready.

Nastaёt time to the good,
Drum played a march,
And even daring song
For fun we have calls.

There will be time, this song
Propoёm we are ahead,
To each soldier
It was fun to go.

And you have to, well, since the will,
We valor grief
All polyazhem head
For the Motherland, for the Tsar!