Where the sun Setting in a stratos clouds? Where the sea Resting to the unknown shores? Strong waves? running by the will of wind Endless waves, up to blending of sky and sea Handful of ground Taken from my Motherland So stern so cold As all the her sons Here the rocks Where I've walk in childhood But the waves Calls me follow them in path Blood of snows Melting under warm spring sun Gave to drink To the ocean under my keel Blood of men Spilled by our swords Fade away Taken as gift by grateful sea