Field, my field
My wide field …
There the heroes ride, hey, over the field,
Hey, the heroes of the russian army.
The girls are crying,
The girls are sorrowful today:
Their darling went away to the army,
Hey, their darling went away to the army.
You girls, look here,
Girls, wipe off your tears!
The louder let us sing our song,
Hey, our pugnacious song.
We only see
A grey cloud:
The army of the enemy behind the forest
Hey, the enemy’s army like a cloud.