Текст песни Театр народной драмы - Гимн Иркутских рукопашников

verse 1
In the smoke and soot in the boy's face
And all in civilian affairs left.
In the battle to win we are ordered to seek
and we gave the Army berets.

Chorus:
When they run out of ammunition in the battle
We safely pass hand to hand.
And if necessary, drowning out the groans,
For the honor for the motherland, and we die.
 
verse 2
But even then the enemy will not escape
In the last hour of the Russian knife.
We will fight to the death melee,
And tremble the enemy, from the onslaught of shivering.

verse 3
And now let no one doubt,
What we will not retreat until the end.
The enemy in the long nightmare will dream
Fighting to the last man.
 
verse 4
At the obelisk mother wept,
Raise glasses of loyal friends.
And we will be proud of our motherland,
Proud of us are sons.