Company of Heroes

You, veterans, now grandfathers -
In fights has passed your hour of triumph...
To congratulate on Day of the Sacred Victory
Allow, expensive, you!
The enemy tore you to parts a shell,
The enemy did not feel sorry on you for lead...
Thanks that else you nearby -
The defender of the Native land, the fighter -
The man. The grandfather. The father.
You are not young
But are harmonous still, young-looking...
My dear grandfathers -
Property of all power!
On your shoulders it is so much troubles.
Camps and executions of the head,
But bear also hundred victories
You in beams of gilt glory.
As on a march, hearts knock,
Crutches and doctors - for the sake of appearance...
You will be replaced with regiments of children
And the country will not give in insult!