Six years have flown by like a dream,
Embraced by sweet silence,
And already the motherland thunders
Its call: go forth, sons!

O Mother! We heed your call,The young blood boils in our hearts!Hand firmly pressed to hand,We are joined by own love for you.We have sworn it all to our homeland,Wholeheartedly - our blood and toil.We stand firm, ready for battle,We stand firm, ready for the righteous trial.	   

Six years have flown by like a dream,Embraced by sweet silence,and already the fatherland thundersIts call: go forth, sons!	   

To you, our tsar, we give thanks! It was you who united our young lives And in this sacred seclusion You delivered us unto the Muses' service! Accept now not those fond companions Of lighthearted joy, But men of pure heart, truth's defenders, Worthy of your nobility. 

Six years have flown by like a dream,Embraced by sweet silence,and already the fatherland thundersIts call: go forth, sons!	   

Blessing to those who have taken a vowTo love their fatherland!And who, with a childlike tenderness, lovedYou, friends of our carefree years!We will not forget the lessonsAnd fruits of your experience and thought,And our memory of them, like some inspiration,Sustains our callow minds.	   

Farewell, brothers! Hand in hand!Let us embrace a final time!Perhaps fate brought us together hereThat we might part forever.	   

Fix your gaze upon each otherWith a farewell tear!Preserve, O friends, preserveIntact your friendship and your souls,Your powerful striving for glory,Your yes to truth, your no to falsehood,Your proud patience with misfortune,Your even-tempered happiness!	   

Six years have flown by like a dream,Embraced by sweet silence,and already the fatherland thundersIts call: go forth, sons!Farewell, brothers! Hand in hand!Let us embrace a final time!perhaps fate brought us together hereThat we might part forever.

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