1943-1945 Over a pier, the first beacon inflamed -- The vanguard of other sea-rangers; The mariner cried and bared his head; He sailed with death beside and ahead In seas, packed with furious dangers.
23 By our doors Great Victory stays ... But how we'll glory her advent? Let women lift higher the children! They blessed With life mid a thousand thousands deaths -- Thus will be the dearest answered. Translated by Yevgeny Bonver April, 1996