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.