Текст песни Черные Береты Каспия - Марш морских пехотинцев

We - the troops we - Marines,
We go to the beach like a whirlwind.
And bridgeheads bite to travel -
Until the arrival of the main.

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Sea as vest,
White and blue.
And steep cliffs
Beats gray surf.
On three sides - the sky,
On three sides - the sea,
On three sides - the wind,
And the fourth - the battle.

If we clung to the ground -
We will not budge from her side.
Breaking we encirclement
And do not falter under the storm of attacks.

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We swore, swearing country:
The way any enemy obstacles.
We - the troops we - Marine Corps,
We - the willingness number one.

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