‎On the bridgehead, there’s gray snow,

‎On the bridgehead, there’s gray snow, ‎The crunch underfoot. ‎We move as one machine, ‎And we won’t stray from the path. ‎Knock after knock, row after row, ‎A clear, steady pace. ‎A living detachment clad in steel, ‎Forward, forward, forward! ‎ ‎The hum in my chest is like distant thunder, ‎The enemy is visible in the sights. ‎Behind me is an unbreakable house, ‎Below me is a clear trail, ‎Step by step, ‎Light in formation. ‎Step by step, ‎And I shout: ‎ ‎March of the steel machines! ‎March of the steel machines! ‎There are lights ahead, ‎Behind us only smoke! ‎March of the steel machines! ‎March of the steel machines! ‎We rise from the darkness, ‎And we go to war with the sword against the world. ‎ ‎A stain floats on the armor, ‎Black as a coal mark. ‎Every seam holds the answer, ‎Every bolt holds the vow. ‎If the night tries to rise, ‎We will cut off its wing! ‎We were taught not to retreat, ‎Glass rattles in our faces. ‎ ‎Our blood is hotter than fire, ‎Our metal is stronger. ‎He never gave up, ‎He didn’t tremble in trouble. ‎Step by step, ‎Shoulder to shoulder! ‎Step by step, and I sing: ‎ ‎ ‎March of the steel machines! ‎March of the steel machines! ‎There are lights ahead, ‎Only smoke behind! ‎March of the steel machines! ‎March of the steel machines! ‎We rise from the darkness, ‎And we march with a sword against the world. ‎ ‎Let the darkness tear apart above us, ‎Let the armor crack. ‎In every heart, a sign beats, ‎That guides me. ‎And when the ranks are torn apart, ‎And the light goes deaf. ‎I will remain true to myself and say to them: ‎ ‎March of the steel machines! ‎March of the steel machines! ‎There are fires ahead, ‎Behind us only smoke! ‎March of the steel machines! ‎March of the steel machines! ‎We rise from the darkness, ‎And we march with a sword against the world...