Matrosckaya song


Wide sea, blue expanse,
Wave on wave is incident.
On the deck of dreams
Our young sailor,
House remembering the native.

Chorus:
You fly, fly like a seagull, a song,
After all, you're not faster.
Mchis you as soon as possible
The native, beloved land,
Cute hello pass.

You will know the truth, young sailor,
To the bottom of the ocean get one.
He returns with a win
The beloved native land,
To her beloved one.

Chorus. 1958