Текст песни Найля Мухамеджанова - Вызываю я их из бессмертия

I call them out of immortality,
From a distant being,
Those eighteen-year-old soldiers,
Who died, the homeland loving.
I call out to them to bow,
Gratitude in the century to convey,
To have the right to be proud,
How to defend my native land.

I call them young, beardless,
With a puffy and childish face,
Vzlyadom light and hair blond,
On immortality wearing a crown.
I call out to them to bow,
Gratitude in the century to convey,
To have the right to be proud,
How to defend my native land.

I call them out of immortality ...
I call them out of immortality ...

With the saint's ornaments at the head of the head,
Rising nimbus in the dawn,
All those who gave up - life and health -
For his native land his own!
I call out to them to bow,
Gratitude in the century to convey,
To have the right to be proud,
How to defend my native land!