Krasnoflotskaya (Anchor raised)


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

At home aboard the battleship
The sky looks mast.
I'll be back, girlfriend, soon -
Do not be sad, do not you cry.

As we said goodbye in Kronstadt,
The chain rattled like.
You're standing in a white dress
and waving her handkerchief.

Five-sixths of the world detour
In 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 !?