before the battle


I'm going into battle ... Good-bye, see you soon,
My dear little old mother.
You're in my life experienced a lot of grief -
No need to worry about the heart of sadness ...

I remember your songs from the cradle
And your voice is soulful and simple,
Behind our hut three tall spruce
And in the courtyard of a golden sunflower.

You gave me life of a young,
You, I, the heart is sacred shore,
And before the fight I kiss you,
Excitement I can not hold back.

My hand will not tremble from the impact,
I'll be there, where fiercely fight
And I will beat the culprits of fire,
To meet you soon!

I'm going to fight and believe in our strength,
How do you believe, my dear mother!
You will not be ashamed of her son -
No need to worry about the heart of sadness ...