Midnight review

At twelve o'clock at night

The drummer arises from the grave;

and he walks backwards and forward,

and he beats the alarm quickly.

And in the dark graves the drum

wakes the powerful infantry;

there arise the fine riflemen,

there arise the old grenadiers,

they arise from under the Russian snows,

from the rich fields of Italy

They arise from the African steppe,

from the burning sands of Palestine.

At twelve o'clock at night

The trumpeter comes out from the grave;

and he skips backwards and forward,

and he loudly blows the alarm.

And in the dark graves the trumpet

wakes the powerful cavalry:

the grey hussars arise,

awaken the strong artillery,

and from the north, from the south they fly,

from the east and from the West they rush

on the light, airy horses

One after other the squadrons.

At twelve o'clock at night

The general arises from the grave;

he wears the uniform frock-coat;

with the small hat and the sword;

on his old combat horse

he slowly walks on the front;

and the marshals walk after him,

and the adjutants walk after him;

and army salutes in his honor.

He stops before it;

and with the music following him

pass regiment after regiment

At twelve o'clock at night.

The marshals of all assembles,

and to the nearest, in his ear,

He whispers his password and slogan;

and to the entire army

they return that password and that slogan:

and "France" - that is the password,

the slogan - "Sainte Helena",

at twelve o'clock at night

Rising from the dark coffin,

as his old soldiers,

The defunct Caesar appears

At twelve o'clock at night.