shipbuilders


Sail over the estuary White
And acacia in the snow.
I see the city of shipbuilders
On the high bank.

Chorus.
Shipbuilders, shipwrights,
Again I s family home.
Sail White, white, white
Above me.

Under the bridge flows Ingul,
Ships pumps Bug.
Give your water to drink -
I am your son and I am your friend.

Chorus.

You told me was the native threshold
The first city of love.
And all the sea roads
Go mine.

Chorus.

you are getting closer with each year,
My camp and my berth.
I am in the city of Paris
Nikolaev remembered.

Chorus.