O! My soldiers, O! My soldiers,
You are the arms and shoulders,
Of my people,
You don't fight for fame,
But for the sake of God and nation,
You don't bend heads before the enemy,
You wake when we sleep,
You never let us weep,
You place chests when volleys are shot'
And then you earn our love a lot,
Mothers give birth,
To sons very rare, valiant as you are,
You win our hearts,
When you lay down lives in war.
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