White-winged gulls


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 day and night in the expanse of the sea
Steel going ships

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

Chorus

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

Chorus 1954