Brother hearts! How many years
We fight beside?
How many enemies were overcome by us?
How many fights remain behind?
We buried fallen friends,
Filled barrows above their graves.
Spilled wine on a hot ground
To make their dreams be stronger.
Having crossed swords, we swore,
That only the Death will separate us.
We shall fall on a field of battle
With a true sword in a hand.
We take a sip of strong wine from a bowl,
Strong wine of our victories.
There are few of us, but we remember.
Each name is embodied in our hearts.
And there will come our last fight,
With a song we shall enter it.
We shall get in a heavenly hall,
Also we'll sit with our brothers!
Brother hearts! Pour more full!
Recollect our fallen friends!
Strong wine flows as a river
In a memory of those who not with us.
We fight beside?
How many enemies were overcome by us?
How many fights remain behind?
We buried fallen friends,
Filled barrows above their graves.
Spilled wine on a hot ground
To make their dreams be stronger.
Having crossed swords, we swore,
That only the Death will separate us.
We shall fall on a field of battle
With a true sword in a hand.
We take a sip of strong wine from a bowl,
Strong wine of our victories.
There are few of us, but we remember.
Each name is embodied in our hearts.
And there will come our last fight,
With a song we shall enter it.
We shall get in a heavenly hall,
Also we'll sit with our brothers!
Brother hearts! Pour more full!
Recollect our fallen friends!
Strong wine flows as a river
In a memory of those who not with us.