Текст песни Живосил Лютий - Мати Слава

Mother Glory hovers over the field,
In that field the howls are kept,
Beat, beat, do not spare the enemies of the cows.

They fight, they fight without rest.
Mother Glory gathers on wings,
Fallen, covered, washed with a hedge.

And she brought the warriors to Vera,
To the regiment that is no longer dying,
That they gave their lives for the Russian state.