I desire that the little ones,
Having seen both war and guns,
Later should live glad on Earth,
Having met Spring's peaceful birth!
I foresee, that encircling Earth
First cosmonaut will then fly forth.
This I accept with heart and soul,
This native poet of Earth all whole!
I foresee, how is in cosmos vast,
Children cosmonauts will fly past,
And, having made no simple trip,
Then will amaze the whole planet with it!
Children - they our Future will be!
All in a new world living, see,
Making life more lovely and bright,
And with planets more unite!
May 13th 1945.
Moscow.
Translated from Russian
by Walter May