Текст песни A.S.T.R.A.K.H.A.N - Казачья За Царя, За Веру

There are no other words except cry: "Next!"
No nightmares about the severity of the shackles
The bullet and the barrel, and a cross on his chest
Thrown doubt, because the battle ahead

For the king! For the faith! For the tri-color flag
From time immemorial, beating Cossack
With his sword, a rifle, a hand grenade,
With a bullet in the neck, and the belief in the soul

With faith in justice and the royal power
With faith in God's grace and a happy color,
The horse is the black, damask steel
Do not return to the past, but not sorry

For the king! For the faith! For the tri-color flag
From time immemorial, beating Cossack
With his sword, a rifle, a hand grenade,
With a bullet in the neck, and the belief in the soul