White-winged gulls


Swaying blue expanse,
Not seen anywhere shores.
We are a child of the sea, the dream of the sea,
On the distant lights of the lighthouses.

Chorus:
Flying White-winged gulls -
Greetings from their native land.
And night and day in the expanse of the sea
Steel sailing ships

Beckons us majestic expanse,
With a powerful element of the struggle.
Written in gold and gold glory
Ribbons on our destiny.

Chorus

If again the seas
Vzovetsya battle smoke,
We know that the Homeland, Homeland us
And with it, we always win.

Chorus 1950