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Last time to hear the voice of the horn,
And in what crystal umchitsya our ship.
For the sea is a road through the tribulation,
My heart grows cold, like steel.

We have nothing to lose, there is no longer Vienne,
Vienne that we knew since childhood.
There were only shreds of white foam,
And over Aldanom silvery light.

Land chipped through the bloody sword,
Key is lost, forever closed the door.
We do not have to return to its former glory.
Forget it, because we are now exiles.

How sad to know that where there is a house and a memory
You now meet only death.
But how can the death of all leave?
One would have to look again and die.

Take a look at the grove at the foot of Olti,
At Golden River rapids,
And the slope of the earthly flesh,
On the ground lie down and not take arms.

From the pink sand on the southern coast.
From the hands of birch and spruce paws ...
Behind me I was black,
Burnt Bridge as a ladder through the years.

All right, here we are, the smoke in the direction of the East,
Alas, no, we do not cry after.
Last time to hear the voice of the Horn -
And the ship will rise last Veld.