Baltic sea roars


Then sparks scatter my moon,
The wave of strikes in granite ...
Of those who died for the fatherland
The Baltic Sea is noisy.

I will never forget the cliffs,
As a breast covering the coast,
The bloody vests sailors
They threw themselves on the enemy tanks!

Under heaps of blasted steel
They are heroes, went
And in the battle to the enemy did not give
Not an inch of their native land.

Then sparks scatter my moon,
The wave of strikes in granite ...
Of those who died for the fatherland
The Baltic Sea is noisy.