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Cherished stone
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Cold wave uplifts avalanche
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Wide Black Sea.
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Last Sevastopol sailor left,
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He goes with the waves of the dispute.
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And the terrible, salty, raging shaft
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About the boat wave after wave broke.
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In the misty distance
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Do not see the ground,
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Gone far ships.
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Friends sailors picked up the hero.
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Seething wave storm.
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He clutched a stone bruised hand
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And he said quietly, dying:
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"When I left the dear rock,
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With him a piece of granite has claimed ...
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And there, to the distance
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From the Crimean land
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On it, we could not forget.
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Who will take the stone, he let them swear
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What a privilege it will be to wear.
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He was the first to come back to your favorite bay
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And his oath will not forget!
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He coveted the stone and night and day
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Sailor's heart burns with fire.
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May the Holy stores
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My rock, granite,
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He washed in the blood of Russian. "
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Through the storm and the storm passed the stone,
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And he began to place decent.
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Familiar gull flapped its wings,
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My heart beat calmly.
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He ascended the cliff Black Sea sailor
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Who brought glory to the Motherland new,
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And give peace
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going ships
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Under the sun of my homeland zemli.1947 |