Adzhimushkay


From cannonade from cannonades
Kerch burned away,
Rows of soldiers, soldiers ranks
The quarries were.

Hold on, do not give up,
Hold on, you're not slain,
Adzhimushkay,
Underground garrison.

Again collapse, collapse again,
And all around is dark.
And I whispered, and whispered,
Fallen political instructor:

"Hold on, do not give up,
Hold on, you're not slain,
Adzhimushkay,
Underground garrison. "

And there is no water, and no water,
And bread either,
And only in the chest, and only in the breast
Lives of hope light.

Hold on, do not give up,
Hold on, you're not slain,
Adzhimushkay,
Underground garrison.

Gul cannonade rumble cannonades
Carried away in the century,
But still sound, but still sound
Words from afar:

Hold on, do not give up,
Hold on, you're not slain,
Adzhimushkay,
Underground garrison. 1980