Атака русских мертвецов [Ataka russkikh mertvetsov] [English translation]

Though the Russian god forgot us — he was a little busy, perhaps

Yet on this day and at this instant, help came to us all the same

And once again death's not up to us, she couldn't bear such a burden

Even if our god is far away, then the devil is definitely Russian

In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men1

In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men

In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men

The alarm-bell became a guttural cough; the pain of burns, adrenaline

We staggered through fog over the scorched black plain

And, having hacked up our lungs at the enemy, hissing, lowing, and dying

A piece of the Zemlyansky Regiment strode into death, fulfilling their obligation

In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men

In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men

In the name of our fathers and grandfathers, attack of the Russian dead men

Let us bow down, for their fight to the death,

To the heroes of the First World War

1. A battle at Osowiec Fortress on August 6, 1915 during World War I

• Artist:Arktida
• Album:Долг и право