Текст песни Черные береты - Балтийский флот

Cutting the surface of the sea gray boards,
In what ships are leaving melt in the blue,
Leaving a trail of foam powerful screws
As a farewell wave of the handkerchief in her hand maiden.

Chorus:
Not let the turbine, the steering wheel in his hands will not tremble
Promazhet torpedo, rocket falls
And not afraid of fog, the ninth wave is not terrible
Is hiking the famous native Baltic Fleet

Gibraltar, Suez, the Bosphorus, the oceans have given
Connected by sea, steep, tightly knot
And there is no place on the map where - we had not visited
Under the sky - blue, Saltire

Chorus

The sound of waves and the wind whistling, screaming gulls hysterical
Like music needs, heart sailor
And yet, that somewhere out there in the side of my homeland,
Dear friend faithfully waited.