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Krasnoflotskaya
The anchor is raised, the scarlet pennant
Splashes on the flagpole.
Sailor, strong fellow,
The path goes away.
We went from Kronstadt,
(Chain like?) (Flail?) Rattled.
You're standing in a white dress
and waving her handkerchief.
Five-sixths of the world detour
According to different countries.
We will see all the constellations,
Gloss over the ocean.
But in all, the most precious,
We are one-sixth.
That you can compare
Party own!
1938