My soul is cold, dark,

And grim.

How could I know

That you would die?

Good bye the shore, dear to my heart, my native shore!

It's so difficult to imagine that is't not a dream.

Motherland, my home,

Bye, Motherland!

Hey! And the sea wave is waiting for us, cannot wait for us,

We are going on a crusade!

The sea wave is beckoning us, and the surf!

Hail, our fathers and grandfathers,

We are always true to their behest.

Now nothing can stop

The victorious pace of our dear Motherland.

Fly, fly fearlessly

The pride of northern seas,

The hope of revolution, the essence of the belief of all people

Hail, our fathers and grandfathers,

We are always true to their behest.

Now nothing can stop

The victorious pace of our dear Motherland.

Fly, fly fearlessly

The pride of northern seas,

The hope of revolution, the essence of the belief of all people.

We are reporting our victories

In October, in October.

Our grandfathers gave us the new world

In October, in October.

Hail, our fathers and grandfathers,

We are always true to their behest.

Now nothing can stop

The victorious pace of our dear Motherland.

Fly, fly fearlessly

The pride of northern seas,

The hope of revolution, the essence of the belief of all people.

We are reporting our victories

In October, in October.

The new world...

In October, in October.

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