I heard you have been starved
I'm told you are too weak to cry
Your face too dry to smile 
Your feet too feeble to flee

I saw your home bombarded
Thick smokes eclipse your blue skies
I'm sure your sun is unwilling to shine
Even your moon ashamed to glitter

You took a cue from Babylon
And Kalmius now chorus her sad tales
Wailing to Azov's feet
Not a single grain found on her fertile soil

O my sweet Mariupol
Hold on one more day if you can
I'm coming dressed in legions
Succour and doves are with me
To set you free from captivity