The native field is sown with bullets

Blood floods the red poppies

And fate leads us into a new battle in a moment

Through hell in the palm of God's hand

Good luck to us, brother

May heaven protect us

Trident on chest

This is my armor

Good luck to us, brother

Everything burns and whistles

And we go into battle

Because this is our region, our land

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