Graduation Song Poem by Anton Antonovich Delvig

Chorus
Six years have flown by like a dream,
Embraced by sweet silence,
And already the motherland thunders
Its call: go forth, sons!
1st Voice
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.
Chorus
Six years have flown by like a dream,
Embraced by sweet silence,
and already the fatherland thunders
Its call: go forth, sons!
2nd Voice
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.
Chorus
Six years have flown by like a dream,
Embraced by sweet silence,
and already the fatherland thunders
Its call: go forth, sons!
3rd Voice
Blessing to those who have taken a vow
To love their fatherland!
And who, with a childlike tenderness, loved
You, friends of our carefree years!
We will not forget the lessons
And fruits of your experience and thought,
And our memory of them, like some inspiration,
Sustains our callow minds.
Chorus
Farewell, brothers! Hand in hand!
Let us embrace a final time!
Perhaps fate brought us together here
That we might part forever.
4th Voice
Fix your gaze upon each other
With a farewell tear!
Preserve, O friends, preserve
Intact 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!
Finale
Six years have flown by like a dream,
Embraced by sweet silence,
and already the fatherland thunders
Its call: go forth, sons!
Farewell, brothers! Hand in hand!
Let us embrace a final time!
perhaps fate brought us together here
That we might part forever.