The cherished stone - WW2 sailors - naval warfare - sailors song
Cold wave uplifts avalanche
Wide Black Sea
Last Sevastopol sailor left,
He left it, with the waves of the dispute.
And the terrible raging salty shaft
On the boat wave after wave broke,
In the misty distance we can not see the ground,
Gone away ships
In the misty distance we can not see the ground,
Gone far ships.
Friends sailors picked up a hero,
Storm water boiled.
He clutched a stone bruised hand
And quietly he said, dying:
"When I left the dear rock,
With him a piece of granite claimed,
Then, so far from the Crimean land
On it, we could not forget. "
"Then, so far from the Crimean land
On it, we could not forget. "
Who will take the stone, he let them swear
What an honor it would be to wear,
He was the first to come back to your favorite bay
And his oath will not forget.
He coveted the stone and night and day
Sailor's heart burns with fire
May the Holy keeps my stone granite,
He washed the blood of Russian.
May the Holy keeps my stone granite,
He washed the blood of Russian.
Through the storm and the storm passed the stone,
And he began to place adequately,
Familiar gull flapped its wings
My heart beat calmly.
He ascended the cliff Black Sea sailor
Who brought new glory to the Motherland,
And given are peaceful ships
Under the sun of their native land.
And given are peaceful ships
Under the sun of their native land.
5 окт 2024
