True Greek! do not Cry, - he fell a hero,
Lead the enemy in his pierced chest.
Do not cry - do not you eh him herself before the first battle
He appointed a bloody path of Honor?
’, heavy presentiment [separation],
Spouse you put forth a solemn hand,
He blessed his baby crying,
But the banner of Black Freedom vosshumelo.
As Aristogiton, He put his sword myrtle,
He rushed in sechu - and fallen committed
great, holy work.
