I shall go across the snow- clad field

I shall fly above the field of death

I shall search for valiant warriors there

Those to me betrothed stalwart men and staunch

Here lies one who was felled by the sabres wild

There lies one impaled by an arrow shaft

From their wounds warm red blood like the rain was shed

On our native soil on our Russian fields

He who fell for Russia in noble death

Shall be blest by my kiss on his dead eyes

And to him brave lad who remained alive

I shall be a true wife and a loving friend

I'll not be wed to a handsome man

Earthly charm and beauty fast fade and die

I'll be wed to a man who's brave

Hark ye warriors brave lion- hearted men