Farewell, rocky mountains


Farewell, rocky mountains,
At feat homeland calling,
We went out to the open sea,
In severe and long march.
A wave and moan and cry
And splash on board.
Melted in the distant mist Fishermen -
Rodimaya our land.

Ship my stubbornly shakes
Steep sea wave
He raises and again throws
In the boiling abyss it.
The converse is true, I will not soon,
But enough to battle the fire.
I know, friends, that I can not live without the sea,
As the sea is dead without me.

No easy gait of a sailor
I'm going to meet the enemy,
And then, with victory heroic,
To get back the rocky shores.
Although waves and groaning and crying,
And splash on board,
But happily meet heroes Fishermen -
Our darling zemlya.1942