Sons of Russia

At night the order comes, and we form up In a column again. We go to a new front and new battles, Faithful to our military duty. The column leaves at dawn from Kursk to Belgorod. There, where the road is in explosions, Where it seems there is no way out. We march boldly under grenade explosions. It's not a fact that we'll return, Brother. Now load your machine gun, And go on the attack again. Don't you dare die. You were born to win. You are a Russian soldier. Avenge the Guys. We are not heroes from movies. This is not our job. You ask who will come out of the smoke. Muscles are our armor. The heart of the regiment Is the infantry. How much more, tell me, can we-Watch cities Burn? How much more, tell me, can we- Lose our guys? Our patience has run out. We will answer you in fire. We are not heroes from movies. This is not our job. You ask who will come out of the smoke. Muscles are our armor. The heart of the regiment Is the infantry. We are not heroes from movies. They won't show us in cinemas. We just don't abandon our own. It was just given to us that way. Again, the commander, like in a photo, Looks through a dusty scope. How many of us were there in the beginning? How many will make it to the End? We are not heroes from movies. This is not our job. You ask who will come out of the smoke. Faith is our armor. The heart of the regiment Is the infantry. We are not heroes from movies. This is not our job. You ask who will come out of the smoke. Strength is our armor. The heart of the regiment Is the infantry.