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March of the Drozdovsky Regiment

From Romania, in a march,
Went Drozdovsky's glorious regiment,
For the salvation of the people,
They are paying a heavy debt.
For the salvation of the people,
They are paying a heavy debt.
 
General Drozdovsky boldly
Went with his regiment forward
Like a hero, he commanded strongly
For he wanted to save his Motherland.
Like a hero, he commanded keenly
For he wanted fo save his Motherland.
 
He believed, that Holy Rus'
Dies under the yoke,
And like a wax candle,
It fades with every passing day.
And like a wax candle,
It fades with every passing day.
 
He believed thay the time will come,
And the people will wake up.
He will throw off the barbarian burden
And he will follow us to fight.
He will throw off the barbarian burden
And he will follow us to fight.
 
The Drozdovites went with firm step,
The enemy fled under the onslaught,
And with the Russian Tricolor Flag
Glory to the Regiment that raised it.
And with the Russian Tricolor Flag
Glory to the regiment that raised it.
 
Let us return gray-colored
From the bloody labor.
Over you, Russia,
A New Sun will rise.
Over you, Russia
A New Sun will rise.
 

March of Kornilov Shock Regiment

Even when there is only mockery,
Slander and oppression around us,
The contempt of the rabble
Will not kill us - the Kornilovites.
 
Forward! To fight! Forward! To fight!
To fight, to a bloody fight!
 
Russia will understand, who is her traitor,
What her illness is,
And that in Bykhov there wasn't her captive,
But her faithful friend.
 
Forward! To fight! Forward! To fight!
To fight, to a bloody fight!
 
If there is a call to fight,
For Russia and her Freedom,
Then the Kornilovites will go through water and fire
 
Forward! To fight! Forward! To fight!
To fight, to a bloody fight!
 
We believe that the enemy's frontline
Will soon be broken.
Then the blindfold will finally fall
From Russia's eyes, yes!
 
Forward! To fight! Forward! To fight!
To fight, to a bloody fight!
 
Ancient Moscow,
Will ring with it's bells,
And then, the Russian troops
Will enter her in parade!
 
Forward! To fight! Forward! To fight!
To fight, to a bloody fight!
 

March of the Siberian Riflemen

From the wild taiga
From the Amur river
In silence, like a menacing storm сloud
Siberians are going to war
 
They were sternly raised by
Taciturn taiga,
Cruel storms of Baikal
And the siberian snows
 
Unfamiliar with fatigue and fear
They fight night and day
Only grey papakha1
Is askew
 
Oh, Siberia, native land
We will stand for you
We shall send your bow
To the waves of Rhein and Danube
 
Know, Siberia, in this difficult times
Your sons will defend the honour
Of the great people
In memory of our glorious past
 
Burning with our faith
Free Russia will rise again
And this song will be heard by
The walls of the ancient Kremlin2
 

• 1. papakha is the national headdress of the Cossacks
• 2. The Kremlin is a castle in the center of Moscow