March Of Siberian Riflemen

From the taiga, the dreamy taiga
From the Amur, from the river
With a silent, menacing cloud
The Siberian riflemen go to battle
With a silent, menacing cloud
The Siberian riflemen go to battle

They were raised harshly
By the silent taiga
The fierce storms of Baikal
And the Siberian snows
The fierce storms of Baikal
And the Siberian snows

No fatigue, no fear
They fight night and day
Only the gray papakha
Is knocked askew by misfortune
Only the gray papakha
Is knocked askew by misfortune

Know, Siberia, in troubled times
In memory of glorious olden days
The honor of the great people
Will be defended by your sons
The honor of the great people
Will be defended by your sons

Free Russia will rise
With our faith burning
And hear this song
Within the walls of the ancient Kremlin
And hear this song
Within the walls of the ancient Kremlin