LYRICS

Great is Our Soldier!
great, great, great! (2)

drunken, hungry, tired,
without rest would be day and night,
mountains splits furious
with his terrible cry “Bayonet!”
wrist flew in an instant,
splashed Timok deep,
being equal, Wines, Lyaskovik,
featured his way God himself.

in Mavrovo, buried in snow,
hands would be frozen,
in Botum open the way for Drin,
banish the enemy one!
And again quiet, silent,
in Ohrid today I he
standing and waiting for a new enemy to defeat
with his terrible cry “Bayonet!”

in Mavrovo, buried in snow,
hands would be frozen,
in Botum open the way for Drin,
banish the enemy one!
and again quiet, silent,
in Ohrid today I
he stands and waits for a new enemy to defeat
with its terrible cry “Bayonet!”

great, great, great!