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Varangian
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Top of you, comrades, all the places
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The last parade begins.
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The enemy does not surrender our proud "Varyag"
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Mercy nobody wants!
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All pendants are twisted and the chain rattle,
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Top anchor raising.
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Ready to fight guns in a row,
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The sun shining ominously.
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From the pier true we go into battle,
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Havstrechu threatening us to death.
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For the Motherland in the open sea will die,
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Where waiting yellow-skinned devils!
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Whistles and rattles and rumbles all around,
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The thunder of guns, shells hiss.
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And there was our fearless and proud "Varyag"
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Hell is like pitch.
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The dying and austere body tremble.
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The thunder of guns and the noise and groans.
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And the ship is covered by the sea of fire,
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Then came the moment of farewell.
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Farewell, comrades, with God - hurray!
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Boiling sea beneath us.
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I do not think, my friends, we are with you yesterday,
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What is now going to die beneath the waves.
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He does not say a stone or a cross which went
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To the glory we Russian flag,
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Only one wave marine praise
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Heroic death of "Varyag"! 1904 |