Cruiser Aurora"


Napping subdued the northern city,
Low sky above
What do you dream, the cruiser Aurora
At the hour when the morning rises over the Neva?

Maybe you again in the clouds hairy
Flash guns you see in the distance,
Or as a first rough jackets
Paced menacingly your patrols.

The waves are steep, storm gray -
The proportion of such a ship.
Their fate is also somewhat similar,
In a way similar to the fate of people.

Wind whipped salty expanse
Lightning baptized darkness over you,
What do you dream, the cruiser Aurora
At the hour when the morning rises over the Neva?