Chór Aleksandrowa - Jak rozpętałem II wojnę światową (Róża i bez)

It's nothing that the march is long,
The sun will dry your face,
You go and count the cartridges - the last three,
And you don't miss anymore - you know that.

Rose red, white blooms Lilac,
None of us break, although it is fragile,
We will cross the hills, let's drink water,
The field cookers know where.
Who would worry it's on the road
Dust and snow and rain - we already know it.
We will cross the hills, we will drink water,
The water after the fight has a taste like wine.
Rose red, white blooms without,
You will come, brother, although it is fragile.

Old rifle, your brother,
The world will still amaze
Beautiful girls will follow the army again,
And that in the eyes the rain is nothing.

Rose red, white blooms without,
None of us break, although it is fragile,
We will cross the hills, we will drink water,
The field cookers know where.
Who would worry it's on the road
Dust and snow and rain - we already know it.
We will cross the hills, we will drink water,
The water after the fight has a taste like wine.
Rose red, white blooms without,
You will come, brother, although it is fragile.

Rose red, white blooms without,
Though it was fragile now it's okay
We crossed the hills, we came back alive
Field kitchens have been found.
We still have dust on our faces,
But today this march is behind us.
We crossed the hills, we came back alive
We'll wipe the forehead, clean the gun.
Rose red, white blooms without,
Here is the end of the wandering brother.