song sailors


Native restless sea,
Winds walk on the waves.
Song of the sea, with winds of arguing,
It flies to distant shores.

Do not weep for the wives, Wipe your tears.
Let the howling storms astern!
Experienced sailor will pass through the storm
And, unharmed, to come home.

Let apart sometimes heavily -
Have fun meeting!
Around the sailors let the flask
For the happiness of wives and mothers.

When cool the raging waves
And the evil winds of the mast bend,
In the distance from the storm glass full
Friends sailors vspomyanut!

For each other brother and his brother
We will stand in the battle,
Protect all sacred heart -
His home and his homeland!

Boils, wave! Bushuyte, thunderstorms!
Let the insolent enemy tremble!
To our sorrow, tears of the widow
With the enemy will pay a sailor! 1943