Gold Kerch


Burns over Kerch sunset ...
Night black as a sailor's jacket ...
Star shine - like a rocket flare
Those distant years, and fire ...

Chorus:
And burning gold star.
She was over the city of eternal light!
Ah, would the living water,
To awaken the dead children ...

Inhale to them drunk,
Yes, look at their motherland,
Yes I know how beautiful she is,
Life mined by them in battle.

Laughter lovers in silence rang ...
Sleep tugs holding mooring ...
Dropping robes and tunics with shoulder,
Resting working Kerch.

Chorus.

Every year more and more war ...
All our usual silence ...
It melts in the cool shade of the night ...
Kerch meets your tomorrow!

Chorus. 1970