A soldier is never sick,
A soldier ready in a twix, -
And dust with boots we kick,
From roads, like woman a rug with a stick.

There is no time breaking pace,
Or give your feet respite, -
And radiance on every face,
Our boots are shining bright!

Along the scorched black plane -
Step by step they enter -
Our country, our Ukraine
The soldiers of the group"Center".

One-two, one-two, start the count men!
First-second row...
First one, step forward!- straight to heaven.
First-second row...

And every second also a hero,-
He’ll get into heaven after you.
One-two, one-two, One-two, one-two,
One-two, one-two...

In front of us golden fields scent,
Behind, fire and hell’s gate.
No need to think, with us the man,
Who will decide our fate.

Not gloomy, but as happy guys -
We’ll return to our green grass, -
And long-awaited fare brides
Will be a reward for us!

It’s all ahead, but still remain -
Step by step they entered -
Our country, our Ukraine
The soldiers of the group"Center".

One-two, one-two, start the count men!
First-second row...
First one, step forward!- straight to heaven.
First-second row...

And every second also a hero,-
He’ll get into heaven after you.
One-two, one-two, One-two, one-two,
One-two, one-two...