music and lyrics by Serge Makhovikov
That's really the year we left the house .
Feet in the blood of the breech canvas upper ,
But given the command : " Run ! "
And run, run boys .
On the ground knocking boots
Let kids laughing after us ,
We are in the ranks, do not wait for creep ,
Our Ranks now - cadet.
Lifting Cadets sang trumpeter,
Platz zaaleet the chase,
Oh , Mom , Mom, do not cry,
We have chosen the law of men .
Yesterday we were still youngsters ,
And all just kids,
And now we are Russian soldiers ,
And the order - is our destiny .
Ironed collars
Plaques to shine like mirrors
We do not cling to the chest badges,
It should sparkle Order.
Lifting Cadets sang trumpeter,
Platz zaaleet the chase,
Oh , Mom , Mom, do not cry,
We have chosen the law of men .
