Znayut turki nas i shvedy,
I pro nas izvesten svet,
Na srazhen’ya, na pobedy
Nas vsegda sam Tsar’ vedёt.
S nami trud On razdelyayet,
Pered nami On v boyakh;
Schast’yem vsyak iz nas schitayet
Umeret’ v Yego glazakh.
Slavny byli nashi dedy, —
Pomnit ikh i shved i lyakh;
I paril orёl pobedy
Na Poltavskikh na polyakh.
Znamya ikh polka plenyayet
Russkiy shtyk nash boyevoy;
On i nam napominayet,
Kak khodili dedy v boy!
Tvёrd yeshchё nash shtyk granёnyy,
Golos chesti ne zamolk.
Kak poydёm vperёd my slavno,
Vperёd, slavnyy russkiy polk.
Gosudaryam po prisyage
Vernym polk nash byl vsegda, —
V pole brani, ne robeya,
Grud’yu sluzhit zavsegda.
Kak i prezhde — udalyye,
Rady teshit’ my Tsarya,
I soldaty boyevyye
Slavny budut vvek, ura!