Marsjan´ski ?azik ruszy? w teren.

When you walk
Through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be affraid of the dark
‚Coz at the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song
Of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed
And blown

Walk on walk on
With hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
You’ll never walk alooone!