I apologize for the rough translation - my knowledge of English is modest

Have not yet torn shoulder straps
And not were shot regiments,
Have not yet red, - green
Growing grass by the river.
Old they are - not much and not little,
But their fate is sealed.
They have not yet the generals,
And do not lose the war.
They have in reserve a short moment
For stormy glory and victories,
sentimental beauties
To them admiringly look after him.
And at parades of triumphal
They are waited awards and ranks,
But these scenes are so fatal,
And these face so pale.
Chorus of the song:
Bloody, intoxicated,
Want to sing, want a wolf howl!
Is my native country,
What did you doing to me?
Burning family's albums
In fireplaces hot on coals
From walls the Ipatiev House
Has already approaching fear
Has already come down from heaven messiah
And his thoughts pure.
Own eternal cross carries a Russia,
Countings recent tomb crosses.
Yesterday exquisite slickers,
Today - Knights of War
They have not yet emigrants
They are still her children.
But life is gone, as did not happen,
And do not leave a trace.
On the horizon, burning out
Their guiding star.
Chorus of the song:
The last shot with the heart is crossed
Inexorable last look,
But the diaries of women who loved
Resurrect them for posterity.
Oh, my God, what would with us was
Whenever it's not in vain ...
Whenever mind is not eclipsed
On the tower the Red Dawn?
Chorus of the song: