By Andriy Dorodkin

Third day on the road, wind, stones, rains,Still ahead and ahead, our company holds upThird day on the road, hey, brother, don't be sad-An order is an order, every one of us knows.

Write a little letter, nothing is dearer for fighters.Write a couple of words, you girls, for your boys.

And at sunrise ahead marches on the company of soldiersGoes on, to win and to not die;And you, give them a smoke out there, comrade chief sergeant,I believe in your spirit, soldier, soldier, soldier…

Third day on the road, wind, stones, rains,At sunrise we to battle, the day shall begin with fire.Third day on the road, and who knows what awaits us,Third day on the road and sunrise comes.

Write a little letter, how is our beloved home doing?From far-far away clouds shall carry it to me.And at sunrise the company goes on ahead.

Earth fell, from the sky earth fell,Tearing the scream: \"A bitch you are, war!\"Armor melted, the machine gun choked breathlessly,You looked into the eyes of death, sergeant of the guard.

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