34 lines
549 B
Plaintext
34 lines
549 B
Plaintext
shipbuilders
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sail over the estuary White
|
|
And acacia in the snow.
|
|
I see the city of shipbuilders
|
|
On the high bank.
|
|
|
|
Chorus.
|
|
Shipbuilders, shipwrights,
|
|
Again I s family home.
|
|
Sail White, white, white
|
|
Above me.
|
|
|
|
Under the bridge flows Ingul,
|
|
Ships pumps Bug.
|
|
Give your water to drink -
|
|
I am your son and I am your friend.
|
|
|
|
Chorus.
|
|
|
|
You told me was the native threshold
|
|
The first city of love.
|
|
And all the sea roads
|
|
Go mine.
|
|
|
|
Chorus.
|
|
|
|
you are getting closer with each year,
|
|
My camp and my berth.
|
|
I am in the city of Paris
|
|
Nikolaev remembered.
|
|
|
|
Chorus. |