A hero whose name is unknown

   He said"boy, don't go, they'll ruin You,

    You'd better run away with your beloved,

    You will be at least not in the war, but with it!"

   Well done he turned to the old man:

    "No older, you're sorry, I won't leave the path,

    For here is her family, my family, relatives, and friends,

    Girlfriends, beautiful Russian maidens,

    It's time for me to protect them all, even if I give my soul!"

   He rode on, into those difficult distances,

   Given the war, and dullness, sadness…

    "Well done, I won't forget you,

    And I will tell my grandchildren about you,

    Go hero, heroes will call you,

    Even if the earth takes you away…"

– What's that? " said the old man, watching the hero go.

    03

   A soldier with honest blood

   On the call he raced to his homeland,

   In order to give my blood for her.

   He raced through fields, forests, and rivers,

   On Russia its land

   Last time I saw him.

   The prophet said to him one day:

   "Boy, don't go!", however

   He went without thinking about his life,

   He was thinking only of her,

   About whom I wrote poems both day and night.

   Then he saw the assembled soldiers,

   And there were friends, acquaintances, and brothers,

   Before them is the voivode of their passing

   They called him up and put him in the regiment,

   With the squad in the capital far going.

    "I no longer hope for life.

    Oh, goodbye green grass, soon I'll be lying on you!

    Farewell to the pillars of the mighty oaks, soon your roots will become my adviser!

    Farewell to the beautiful wonderful light, it is a pity that it is covered by clouds,

    But it used to light me up in the morning!

   Farewell to the flowers that grow out of the ground,

   Soon you will grow on me!

   Farewell to the distant heavens, I will look at your clouds,

   Until my eyes are closed!"

   A brave battle began, and the enemy attacked close by,

   The heads of the friends dropped in an instant,

   And how many tears will be shed,

   Give me faith that I won't fall down here,

   Return to the warm house, I beg you!

   The enemy has come, perhaps I will die,

   With one swipe of my hand, I was on the floor,

   And having shouted, my cry was heard by all.

   And the battle was over, and the enemy was running back,