Текст песни Л. Утёсов в сопр. оркестра - Заветный камень

Cherished Stone
Music: Boris Mokrousov Words: Alexander Zharov

Cold wave uplifts avalanche
Wide Black Sea.
Last Sevastopol sailor left,
He left it, with the waves of the dispute.

And the terrible, salty, raging shaft
On the boat wave after wave broke.
In the misty distance
We do not see the ground,
Gone far ships.

Friends sailors picked up a hero.
Seething wave storm.
He clutched a stone bruised hand
And quietly he said, dying:

& quot; When I left the dear rock,
With him a piece of granite carried ...
And there, so far
From the Crimean land
On it, we can not forget.

Who will take the stone, he let them swear
What an honor it is 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 stores
My stone, granite,
He washed the blood of Russian & quot ;.

Through the storm and the storm passed the stone,
And he began to place decent.
Familiar gull flapped its wings,
My heart beat calmly.

He ascended the cliff Black Sea sailor
Who brought new glory to the Motherland,
And give peace
Go ships
Under the sun of their native land.

1943