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Оn branches of a wounded cottonwood

There's a light wind breath that trembling branches softly
Оn a high and wounded cottonwood.
The abandoned outer roads of Sevastopól port
Give no Moon above, no other good.
 
This night on and over dead ash city blocks,
Trough the gloomy darkness of a fog,
Seaman's walked and he said fairwell to all
Bastions, ships and sail harbor folks.
 
He went by the coves that look rueful,
Wher' every little thing is so dear...
In a churchyard, over mossy graves and ruins
Guards have turned their rifles right on him.
 
He stood still and his blue-white old sailor top
Gave the shadow spots of dried blood
He said: 'So, it was a richly hunt for good.
Your black pack is slaughtered t'my content'.
 
'If the ocean wind would get its jolly fun in bay
Who is able t'stand across its need !
There were plenty of you wanting Sevastopól land
But the few of you'll get luck to leave.'
 
'Aren't you've dropped the anchor here too simple, yey?
Storm will come and blow you all away...'
Just in a frenzy rifles have rang out some
Dawn has splashed his blood to the blue Heavens way.
 
Wind is howling as a pack of wild beasts
And the lights are twinkling out of bays,
Patrols walk. And their German bayonets
Are swinging its flat steel above the waves.
 
There's a light wind breath that trembling branches softly
Оn a high and wounded cottonwood.
The abandoned outer roads of Sevastopól port
Give no Moon above, no other good.
 

Little Boat

The birches outside Moscow
Rustled in the distance,
A boat sailed and rocked
Along the Yauza River,
A boat sailed and rocked
Along the Yauza River.
 
Long ago we went away
To all ends of the country,
But we are still faithful
To our friendship, as before,
But we are still faithful
To our friendship, as before.
 
Above us is the sky of the Motherland,
And it is so light around,
As if we sailed
On a boat in our youth,
As if we sailed
On a boat in our youth,
 
The water churns under the oars,
The rudder will not tremble in the hand,
The boat rushes further
On the morning river,
The boat rushes further
On the morning river.
 
Our path does not end,
The river's space is vast,
And a fair breeze
Drives the boat forward,
And a fair breeze
Drives the boat forward.
 

Song of Shoals

We shall tell you how we got stuck,
How we once ran aground,
We sailed, sailed and suddenly stopped,
Let's be honest – it’s very awkward.
 
There is no worse situation
Than to sit without moving,
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho – it’s boring and damp,
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho – we have to wait for a tug.
 
From this place, as they say,
You can neither go up, nor go down,
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho – nowhere, mates,
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho – to go from the shoal.
 
Seagulls circle above us merrily,
The fish laugh at us loudly,
Ha-ha, ha-ha, the river is splashing
Haha, haha, what a place!
 
If you sail around the world one day,
Do not forget this song,
In everything you do, moving towards a goal,
You have to see all the shoals.