Текст песни муз.Е. Юркевич исп. Е.Юркевич - Есаул Туроверов. Уходили мы...

We care of Crimea
Among the smoke and fire .
I kept by the stern
In his shot horse .

And he floated , exhausted ,
For the high stern ,
All in disbelief , still not knowing
To forgive me.

How many times a grave
We expect in combat.
The horse swam , losing strength ,
Believing in my devotion .

My batman did not shoot past .
Blushed a little water ...
Leaving coast of Crimea
I remember forever.