The armsman Battallions boys.

The soldiers of the Shock Battalions,
Are crazy little guys.

When you're a Armsman,
you just learn to not care.

There are also the little boats,
Who gave us the taste of water.

But for that do not believe,
That we don't like wine.

Battalions, you are my loves,
I swore to love you always

And since we wait for the first jump,
We're getting more and more nutty.

It's not yet this week,
Maybe it's for the next week...

But to take away the taste of the gunpowder,
They take us for a ride in a spaceship.

Close-combat, explosives,
It's not very recreational,

But if the Indie plays stupid,
He will not have the beautiful role.

We are taught, it's amazing,
The ejection of the eye in two stages,

But what we don't like,
It's the peelings after meals.

Battalion, you are my loves,
I swore to love you always

But the owners of henhouses,
Would like to see us go downhill,

Because while waiting for the departure,
In order to be ready for the fight,

In the absence of black shirts or indies
We train on rabbits.

It happens to us from time to time,
Some minor inconveniences.

There is the story of the Gaian fall
Who caused a scandal.

But other than that, for work
There is no need to say we are alright

And when the big day comes
We will shout "By space, by land"

Battalion you are my loves
I'll leave you anyway, one day

But I hope that in the meantime in the fight
You will be covered with glory

When we talk about your soldiers
We will say that they were little guys

Who did not hesitate to give their life
For the sake of the motherland.