Baikal sailors


They lay astern vast distances.
Above the waves of seagulls flying high.
Freely live in our Lake Baikal.
Look and the heart sings with joy!

Baikal abounding, powerful, free!
You get up in the granite steep rocks.
Your glory thunders, the old man sedoglavy!
Taiga Sea - Sacred Baikal!

Over a mountain ridge dawn shone.
On deck, quietly playing the accordion.
For buildings of great sailors Baikal
Loaded forest lead the caravan.

Free and easy on the expanse of water
Confidently looking forward helmsman!
Noisy, no tar, Siberian Sea.
Sailors Baikal go camping! 1958