The country marches with mechanical gait The precise steel machines roar But if needed we will also show our bristles Bristles of old stubborn bayonets 6park.com
We stand on guard, always always But if he says: Country of Labour Take your aims, point-blank range The Soviet Far East, give your repulse! The Land of Red, into battle! 6park.com
Troops come from the north, from the south From Donetsk mines and Transbaikal towns The rifle is his faithful friend Once again storms out the Komsomol 6park.com
The Soviet Far East, a strong mainstay The Union grows, grows invincible With our blood, blood brings victory We do not yield to the enemy! With our blood, blood brings victory We do not yield to the enemy! 6park.com
We do not forget the steel and formidable force When land breathed the air of death When the Luganskian fitter, Voroshilov led his troops through the stubbled fields 6park.com
The Soviet Far East, a strong mainstay We march to battle, morale soaring high She keeps, keeps an iron hand to guard her labouring country! She keeps, keeps an iron hand to guard her labouring country! 6park.com
We do not forget the victories and losses The steppe fire, the storm of lead We do not forget your victory, Budyonny A vicious blow to the evil enemy 6park.com
The Army is ready, in times of crisis The doctrine is always the same: With our blood, blood brings victory We do not yield to the enemy! With our blood, blood brings victory We do not yield to the enemy! 6park.com