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2020-01-09 21:13:45 +01:00
Over gray Kuril
Over gray Kuril cold clouds float.
And low above the water anxiously scurry cormorants.
I go into the depths of the sea - the challenge is clear seaman:
Russia, native Russia, I have the happiness of your beach!
In the campaign sailor bad enough, there is no sun and the beach is far.
Here the air, and that without the rest with friends as the divide ration.
But I know - always overcome adversity all I can.
Russia, native Russia, I Valor your beach!
Over gray Kuril cold clouds are floating,
And I deeply under water all dream home comfort.
But dreams are expensive short - I'm back on the watch in a hurry.
Russia, native Russia, you I live and breathe!