Woven sails, woven with songs,
Put with the spell!
Eager ropes-strings, ring as a gong!
For midstream we stand!
Waves, run every which way, expand,
From our pine boards!
You fly, falcons-rowboats,
From your native shore!
With our northern songs, raise your voice aloud –
Let it fly above the river on the way of waves!
Now, my brothers, destiny rallied us as one –
Let's unite in a red battle, being strong as bails!
Let's unite in a gory battle, in a deadly war!
Shield to shield, shoulder to shoulder – march, without fear!
Only this way we are fated to attain our shore,
Having wiped our blood-red sweat at the new frontier!