We know what it is that now lies on the scales,
What is happening now is quite plain,
The hour of courage has boomed on our bells,
And courage deserts not our veins.
Not frightful for us is the shell's deadly screech,
Not bitter, though no roof o'erhead,
And we shall preserve thee, our dear Russian speech,
And Russia's majestical word.
Unfettered and pure, carried over the grave,
To our grandsons shall give thee, from bondage shall save
For all time!