Next, meet the dawn


Next, meet the dawn,
Comrades in the struggle!
Bayonets and grapeshot
Pave the way myself.

Boldly forward, and firmer step,
And above the junior flag!
We - the young guard
Workers and peasants.

After all, they experienced themselves
We bonded labor,
We did not know the youth
The snares of slave shackles.

On the souls of the chain, we were -
The heritage of the impenetrable darkness.
We - the young guard
Workers and peasants.

And, sweating,
The mountain became his,
We were doing the work
Wealth for others.

But this work in the end
Of us also forged the fighters,
We - the young guard
Workers and peasants.

We raise the flag!
Comrades, here!
Go build us
Labor of the Republic!

That work was the ruler of the world
And all in one family soldered -
In the battle, the young guard
The workers and peasants!