Truth – Legends / Young heroes (To the escapees from the Ninth Fort)

Christmas night was gray and gloomy,
Snow soft as a feather fell from the sky.
As if intentionally, pure snow flakes
Covered the heroes’ footprints.

That night the brave young men marched.
They feared not death nor were they frightened,
They knew, indeed – there was nothing to lose –
For they had escaped death forever.

They hold long knives in their hands
Invincible courage filled their hearts.
That is what they thought – the first step succeeded –
So we will succeed from now on.

Heroes! My blessings accompany you,
Peace and serenity should be yours.
Would that you live through better times,
While sorrow and fear soon vanish.