I куплет:
My dream is to return from the war,
There I was born and grew up.
On the ruins of a poor country,
Under the rain of tears.
But the tyrant, who has declared war,
Is not buried.
And the end of this war is not visible.

Припев:
I am not going to prophesy,
But I know that I'll be back,
Even after a hundred centuries,
In a country of genius, not in a country of fools.
And I, defeated in battle,
I will rise again and sing
On the first birthday
Of the country, what returned from the war.

II куплет:
And when the fighting calm down,
At rest, not in the ranks,
I compose and sing
About peace and love.
Enemies sigh with relief
And friends say that I'm tired.
They both are wrong:
It's just a rest.

припев(2 раза)

Tomorrow I will go to the battle again,
But I know that I'll be back,
Even after a hundred centuries,
In a country of genius, not in a country of fools.
And I, defeated in battle,
I will rise again and sing
On the first birthday
Of the country, what returned from the war.