Текст песни Александр Маршал - Севастополь

And for such a stern silence
Sea fell asleep before the fight,
Only a leisurely full moon
Commands wistful surf.

A cockpit someone can not sleep,
Some people dream of his mother, a native hut,
To the kids, but for me the war,
Yes Ira from 6th medical battalion.

How sweet dream, I wish to stay there,
Dream for a better sailor than reward
Here boatswain grunted loudly: & quot; Rise! & Quot ;,
The rise of paradise back to the top of hell.

And now the severe commander
Screams: & quot; Forward! & Quot ;, and our cause is sacred,
We go to the beach, up to a reference point,
Clutching teeth tape, removing jackets.

And we do not care about Messerschmidt howl
Burning tank vedlevuyu soot,
There for my and behind your back
The great Russian city of Sevastopol.

Fellowship, stand from under! We do not hold!
Bunker and an ominous hissing mines
We'll tear this evil and drive
Before den, to Berlin.

And we know that death is no more,
God is with us, and the truth of our strength,
And in the east the dawn melts,
Rising from its knees great Russia.