The snow's fallin' hardly in the dark.
The snow's fallin' more 'n' more on troopers.
Suvorov's army marches as the mark
Of lives and talents sacrificed for rulers.
To Gotthard pass, to Alps they had to go.
To Devil's bridge, to rise it from the ruins.
The scarfs and timber, everything to stow.
The ice and shots were blazin' just like jewels.
All those who fell were silent all the time
The death is none, just brotherhood for soldiers.
Now French're defeated. Blood in mix with rime.
Today the cross in cliff is standing gorgeous.