Текст песни Песни военных лет - Вечер на рейде

Spoёmte friends, because tomorrow a campaign,
Uydёm in the early morning mist.
Sing fun, let us podpoёt
The gray-haired captain of the combat.

Farewell, beloved city,
We leave tomorrow at sea.
And sometimes an early glimpse of karma
The familiar blue handkerchief ..

A good night again such
What songs do not sing, we can not.
About friendship great, the service Marine
Pull friendlier friends.

Farewell, beloved city,
We leave tomorrow at sea.
And sometimes an early glimpse of karma
The familiar blue handkerchief ..

On Rede big silence fell,
A sea of ​​fog wrapped.
And kisses his native shore wave
And quietly brings fight

Farewell, beloved city,
We leave tomorrow at sea,
And sometimes an early glimpse of karma
The familiar blue handkerchief