| Time has worn the soldiers down Marched for many miles In the eastern lands so cursed Time to make a stand Tsar has scorched his nation's land Nothing to be found Hunger grasp the soliders heart 20 000 men strong Listen, excuse for a king Trust me, this fight you can't win Poltava Rode to certain death and pain Poltava Swedish soldiers met their bane Poltava Sacrificed their lives in vain Poltava In the shade of morning mist Advancing on their foe Bullets break the silent air Wasted battleplan Swedish forces stand alone King has left command Rule is left to lesser men Waiting for their chance Listen, obey my command Hear me, or die by my hand Russian armies blocked their way 20 000 lost that day They bled the ground Peace they found There's no sign of victory King Carolus had to flee And leave the land Leave command Madness, curse your feeble horde Fear me, you'll die by my sword | Już żołnierzy odarł z sił |
