Silence around, hills are hidden by haze
Pale face of the moon has a glimpse from the clouds
And peace is all over the graves
Crosses are white, that's where the heroes sleep.
Shadows of past are flying around
So are the souls they keep
But all our memories are of home
Precious recollections never gone
Brave officers dance the waltz with ladies
Enchanted by youth and love
How many words did they leave untold
How many clues did they leave unsolved
Tomorrow morning the train will take them
To the Far-Eastern front
Cry for fallen soldiers, mothers
Cry for fallen soldiers, daughters and wives
Cry for them, all the Russian Empire,
All like one we will cry.
Silence around, hills are hidden by haze
Pale face of the moon has a glimpse from the clouds
And rest is all over the graves
For Russia you died
But memory is alive
Sleep calmly in the Manchurian soil
We will praise your feat of arms