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peakless cap
Our forecastle with honor, held in high esteem
Two things are cherished:
It is our satellites in the fleet -
His cap so faithful jacket.
If you need to attack guys,
If the heart Gort is on fire -
To my dear-Jacket
His cap post you tell me!
Chorus:
His cap, you're my girlfriend fighting,
And in the decisive hour, and at the decisive day
I love you, but you don,
As worn by heroes - a little askew.
Chorus.
In the October storm time,
Tightly buttoned jacket,
In his cap went to the "Aurora"
Sailors in burevoy Petrograd.
Peakless cap pulled down to his eyebrows,
Beat without a miss white warriors
Markin walked and sweet, and Martynov,
And the sailor-partisan Zhelezniak.
Chorus.
We were in attack to go with you together,
He knows you Leningrad front.
You satellites sacred vengeance,
His cap so faithful jacket.
For good reason, seeing jackets
And ribbons inscription "Baltic Fleet"
It runs throughout the damned,
Savage fascist freak.
Chorus.
If the sea, Finnish granite
For Fatherland die in the struggle,
His cap my store
And leave the memory itself.
Only it does not have in mind -
In his cap, and death does not take,
And triumphantly on a ribbon shine
Incomparable word "Baltic Fleet" .1941