Near the town of Kronstadt


I came out sharp-horned month
He rocked on the water
For silver road
Sailed watch watchdog
Suddenly noticed guys
The enemy is sneaking in the back
Near the town of Kronstadt
According to the Baltic on a wave

I saw a month from the heavens
The unprecedented battle to the death
Rose menacingly water
Bubbling away surf
Gromoboynye rumble
Spacing apart
Near the town of Kronstadt
According to the Baltic on a wave

Again quietly in the open
Sleeps native land
Sailors sail on patrol
Barely moving wave
A fascist pirates
Burning down in silence
Near the town of Kronstadt
On the Baltic in the wake of 1942