Текст песни М.Д.П. - Дружина Предтечи

That's why our shoulders are high
And in bags acridas and honey
That we, the formidable retinue of the forerunner,
We glorify the crusade

Because we are in the service of a harsh
To the holy Jordan we call
What's with us, baptizing words
There will be a warrior who crosses the Sword

Yes, fly winged armor!
May the golden spear sparkle!
I, the glory of the unfading glory
I gave my heart to the Lord ...

Yes come! ... High shoulders
Bowing on a white meadow,
I'm marching songs like candles,
Before the face of Russia I'll light it up!

Ivan Savin
1923