Julia Drunina. (№ 368928)

I love you, my Army, my youth!
We, soldiers of a stock, your sons.
Forget whether, in the forty-first year,
Pinned you on my forage cap star.
I allegiance you swore in the ranks,
I allegiance you swore to fight.
Every day the West was retreating war,
Every day were coming to the temples gray hair.
Retreated the war. The fighting died down.
Returned home my peers.
Don't forget, you're forty-fifth year,
From caps my chipped star.
We are soldiers of a stock, your sons.
I love you, my Army, my youth!