Farewell the Rocky Mountains - the sailor song ww2
Farewell, rocky mountains,
The Fatherland is calling for a feat.
We have came into open sea
For a harsh and long-distance campaign.
The waves are moaning and weeping
And splashing onto the ship board.
Rybachij [peninsula], our native land,
Has dissolved in distant fog.
A severe sea wave
Is toughly rocking our ship,
Lifting up and throwing again
Into the boiling chasm.
I won't be back soon,
But we have enough fire for the battle.
I know, my friends, that I can't live without sea
And the sea is lifeless without me.
By a ponderous sailor's step
I go toward the enemies
And later with heroic victory
I will return to the rocky shore.
Though the waves are moaning and weeping
And splashing onto the ship board,
Rybachij, our native land,
Will gladly greet the heroes.
24 авг 2015
