50 lines
1.2 KiB
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50 lines
1.2 KiB
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peakless cap
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Our forecastle with honor, held in high esteem
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Two things are cherished:
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It is our satellites in the fleet -
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His cap so faithful jacket.
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If you need to attack guys,
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If the heart Gort is on fire -
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To my dear-Jacket
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His cap post you tell me!
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Chorus:
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His cap, you're my girlfriend fighting,
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And in the decisive hour, and at the decisive day
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I love you, but you don,
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As worn by heroes - a little askew.
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Chorus.
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In the October storm time,
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Tightly buttoned jacket,
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In his cap went to the "Aurora"
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Sailors in burevoy Petrograd.
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Peakless cap pulled down to his eyebrows,
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Beat without a miss white warriors
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Markin walked and sweet, and Martynov,
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And the sailor-partisan Zhelezniak.
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Chorus.
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We were in attack to go with you together,
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He knows you Leningrad front.
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You satellites sacred vengeance,
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His cap so faithful jacket.
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For good reason, seeing jackets
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And ribbons inscription "Baltic Fleet"
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It runs throughout the damned,
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Savage fascist freak.
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Chorus.
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If the sea, Finnish granite
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For Fatherland die in the struggle,
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His cap my store
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And leave the memory itself.
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Only it does not have in mind -
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In his cap, and death does not take,
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And triumphantly on a ribbon shine
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Incomparable word "Baltic Fleet" .1941 |