Sound of the bugle
Their legs rise and fall like a pendulum
They have bid goodbyes and kisses to loved ones
Motherland needs them more than us
Fueled with hatred for the opposition
March to protect
March to destroy evil
March to serve
But who is the winner?
The bullet shall decide
The number of caskets shall decide
The number of fallen heroes shall decide
Tears of mothers shall decide
Yearning of a widow shall decide.