Krasnoflotskaya


The anchor is raised, the scarlet pennant
Splashes on the flagpole.
Sailor, strong fellow,
The path goes away.

We went from Kronstadt,
(Chain like?) (Flail?) Rattled.
You're standing in a white dress
and waving her handkerchief.

Five-sixths of the world detour
According to different countries.
We will see all the constellations,
Gloss over the ocean.

But in all, the most precious,
We are one-sixth.
That you can compare
Party own!

1938