Today you don’t hear the beatings of hearts.
It belongs to the alleys and arbors.
I’m falling, catching a bullet with my chest,
Ultimately thinking at last:

"This time I will not return,
I’m leaving - another one will come.
We didn’t have a chance to look behind us,
But the sons are leaving to fight."

Somebody decided: "There’ll be flood after us,"
I came out of a trench and into the precipice...
And the reason that I left my trench -
So there would be no more floods.

Right now my eyes are going to close,
I will embrace the ground tightly,
We didn’t have a chance to look behind us,
But the sons are leaving to fight.

Who’s going to replace me, who’ll go to attack,
Who’ll come out to a sacred bridge?
And I wanted: "Let it be that one,
With a uniform not suitable for his height."

I have enough time to smile,
I see who is following my steps.
We didn’t have a chance to look behind us,
But the sons are leaving to fight.

The explosions deafened the beatings of hearts,
But mine was not beating so loudly,
I know that my end is not yet the end,
The end - it is someone’s beginning.

...And soon my eyes are going to close,
I will embrace the ground very tightly,
We didn’t have a chance to look behind us,
But the sons are leaving to fight.