Patriotyczne - Pierwsza brygada

Tłumaczenie:

The Legions are a soldiers' melody,
The Legions are a forlorn hope,
The Legions are a soldier pride,
The Legions are a soldier fate

We are the First Brigade,
a group of shooters,
We've thrown down the gauntlet,
Our fate is not yet,
We've thrown down the gauntlet!

How much suffering and toil,
How much blood and tears have flowed,
As we've crossed near and distant soil
In our quest after our home.

We are the First Brigade...

They cried that we had gone stark mad
Not believing us, that there's a way! .
Bereft of all, we've shed our blood
With our dear leader at our side!

We are the First Brigade...

We want nothing of your acclaim,
Nor your tears nor your words.
We're done with making claim
To your hearts, to your purse!

We are the First Brigade...

We've fanned the fire of zeal
From the sparks of steadfast youth,
Carried our lives for an ideal
And, from falsehood, extracted truth.

We are the First Brigade...

For the sake of posterity,
We'll devote the rest of our days,
To sow honor 'mid duplicity,
Heedless both to blame and to praise.

We are the First Brigade...