Song of the 5th Division


That's not a downpour crushed grass in the meadow,
That's not the wind knocked apple flowers -
Funneling a Pridneprovya Polish lancers,
Just go fans ponytails!

Groaned owls over the Berezina,
Wind wears the feathers of the White Eagle.
This fifth steps chascheyu timber,
This is the fifth attack on the enemy has gone!

Clouded waters of the Neman and the Bug,
Move the red arrow of the river.
We are fighting in the north, from the south beats Budyonny,
Rolled to Warsaw lord's shelves!

We native country will not give offense,
Let no one on our shores.
We walked near Warsaw, stormed Lida,
We showed our strength fierce enemies! 1934