|English Version by Robbie|
|MŁODY ŻOŁNIERZ (REKRUT)||Young man of twenty|
Who saw such awful deeds,
What do you think of your childhood's men?
You know bravery and cunning,
You have seen death more than a hundred times
And you know nothing about life!
Pass your dauntlessness
To those who will come after you.
You are joyful,
Red is your memory,
Red is your soul,
Red of joy.
You filled with the life of those who died after you.
The decision is yours,
It's 5 o'clock and you'll know how to die,
If not better than your elders
At the least more piously,
As you know death more than life!
Ay, sweetness of old,