Krasnoflotskaya


Storms roam at large,
Lightning shines in the distance.
We keep to White Sea
Warships.

Chorus:
Hey! Gryan, combat, from cockpit into the cabin,
Suspended in the seas!
Eh! The red flag of the Soviet Republics,
With clouds level yard!

We meet the fresh wind,
The heavy roller on the side shoots.
The Soviet coasts
Keeps watch Red Navy!

Chorus.

We go around, the wind arguing,
Milestones native seas.
Do you hear the terrible roar of the sea,
Volleys of our batteries?

Chorus.

He broke out in the sky storm ghost
War and pipes pipe.
For the Soviet Motherland
We went out fearlessly into battle!

Chorus. 1939