С-КОРПУС - 45 Бригада
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The 901 marches through the gorges
The 218 marches through the forests
Where the 45th's footsteps set foot
The enemy's death is there with a wolf's paw
The Caucasus Mountains have been crossed in battle
The white Syrian sand remembers
The Crimea, Ukraine, Gostomel remembers
That piece of prey snatched by fangs
We are a battalion, perhaps a regiment or a brigade
Glory rushes before our feet
Fortifications and strongholds will not become an obstacle
The magpie has stepped onto the enemy's threshold
Our fallen know no oblivion
Our brothers know no dreams
And the unit's walls remember
The voice of Russia, beckoning to its sons
Behind us is the pride of the fatherland
In our hands is the weapon of good
In our eyes is the reflection of a funeral feast
A keg filled with gunpowder, only a spark is needed
We are a battalion, perhaps a regiment or a brigade
Glory rushes before our feet
Fortifications and strongholds will not become an obstacle
The magpie I stepped onto the enemy's threshold.
The Separatist is stupid, he forgot that he is Russian.
That his blood flows alongside ours.
The boat is loaded and the unloading is full.
The Empire has risen, and the voice of Rus' calls us.
Birds are flying, shells are flying.
A comrade and brother is beside me.
A cornet fires precisely from an ambush.
"Varyag, I am the tenth," the hail is firing.
We are a battalion, maybe a regiment or a brigade.
Glory rushes before our feet.
Fortifications and strongholds will not become an obstacle.
The forty-man squadron stepped onto the enemy's threshold.