We shall go across the snowbound field We shall go above the field of death We shall search for the valiant warriors there Those who died for you, those who died for us
One lies lifeless, where sabres mangled him Here lies one impaled with an arrow shaft From their wounds hot red blood like the rain was shed On our native soil, on the ancient fields
He who fell for homeland in noble death Shall be blest by friends stood still side by side And to him, brave man, who remained alive We shall be the faithful friends, brothers in arms
We shall not assess the rich armor Golden charm in battle does not mean anything We shall eulogize the valiant men Hark, ye warriors brave, lionhearted men