For you, O home of mine, I sing a song. Glorious is the right hand In your good, right hand The soldier of our victorious years All Cadets of glory Will call you to a gudgeon Of our blessed songs Of the thief-leader In a sickening battle You are one You are legendary You are the joy of my youth You are the victory For you, my beloved My dear army Our Motherland is waiting For you with a song Our Motherland is waiting for you For you with a song
