Текст песни А. Ф. Скляр - молодой моряк

What makes the girls commotion in our village?
Who raised them early, who could have alarmed them like that?
A young sailor goes on a visit,
His chest in medals, ribbons in anchors.

Across the river, over the hillside, the girls stood in a crowd
"Hello," everyone said in unison, "Our hero is Black Sea."
He shakes each hand, looks into everyone's eyes
And one laughs: "You can’t kiss."

Polego relaxes with his parents in the house,
The girls sigh in chorus: "He doesn't like us."
Neither the outfits, nor the style,
He did not fall in love with any girl.

He jokes, he walks with everyone, frankly says:
"When I wake up, that very moment the sea is rustling in my ears,
Where the vast expanse under the sun of the south,
A gentle friend is waiting for me.