Once again he moves his thoughts
the another time,
The screams of dying ones,
a good man turn to blind
He was a soldier, fighting for his land,
All he accomplished has
been forgotten to the past.

Ref.: How can you look in the mirror,
If you don´t remember the blood
of those heroes,
The blood that was spilled for our land,
Why don´t you understand?

He remembers how a brother gave his life,
For his great country that then
was worth of dying,
he was a soldier like many other men,
Thanks to those heroes we´re not
a part of the Russian land.