«Going to war, the word "Marina" / Within your cutlass you did draft. / In your magnificent existence / I was your first one and your last. A night and pre-dawn I remember / In hell of the soldiers' rail car. / In chest I keep the shoulder pieces / And in the wind I rush my hair.»
«1 White army, your way's a high one: / Temple and chest — to the black gun. White and divine is your cause: / Your white body — into the sand. Not a flock of swans in the sky: / The sacred white army / Melts, melts with white sight.. The last dream of the old world: / Youth — V...»
«2 Who has survived will die, who has died will arise. / And now descendants, remember the times long gone: / Where were you? The question will roar like thunder, / Like thunder will roar the answer: On the Don! "What did you do" "We were accepting torments, / Then grew tired and to sleep ...»
«3 Waves and youth — outside the law! / Don has moved — we die — we drown. / We ask the wind of time to bear / To grandsons a wicked rumour: Yes! Broke the Don's ice! / The white army — Yes! — died. / But with children and wives parting, / But on Don departing, With a whi...»