Текст песни Ансамбль Тихоокеанского флота - Песня о Цусиме

In the Tsushima Strait distant,
Away from their native land,
At the bottom of the ocean deep
Forgotten ships there.

There are sleeping Russian admirals
And the alert sailors around
They grow corals
Through his fingers outstretched hands.

When nature sleeps
And the moon is shining bright,
Heroes who died fleet
Stand up, waking from sleep.

They start a conversation
And fiercely clenched fists,
About those who sold and betrayed,
All night sailors say.

They remember Tsushima,
In vain his courage,
And the sky Homeland favorite,
And death in an unequal battle.

And the murmur of the sea
They say the sailors:
"Get ready for a great battle,
For our enemies revenge! "