The draft is here, in Russia's land
And all must serve, with gun in hand
No escape, no mercy shown
As the motherland calls, and they must go

The train pulls in, and soldiers board
As loved ones weep, and hearts are gored
Off to the front, they march ahead
With thoughts of home, and fear and dread

Слава Україні!
Glory to Ukraine

The draft is here, in Russia's land And all must serve, with gun in hand No escape, no mercy shown As the [i]motherland[/i] calls, and they must go The train pulls in, and soldiers board As loved ones weep, and hearts are gored Off to the front, they march ahead With thoughts of home, and fear and dread Слава Україні! Glory to Ukraine