Текст песни Марк Мерман - 300-Летию Российского Флота

Lord, have mercy fleet
In the long-distance trips,
That there was no fleet - a stronghold
Modes of sad ...
To the sailors not to storm
Neither Winter nor Summer,
Paved, us, mate, mother ...
With miles of the first to the last.

To buckled ramp
Under foot gendarmes,
I do not ascended to the ship
Nevezuha queen.
Rynda to as a dome,
Sparkled brightly.
Lord, praise you -
The cross is similar to the anchor!

And ought not the graves -
Pooh whether abyss,
A wreath - coastal mud -
According to the rank and rank.
St. Andrew's flag - envelope
With the writing of God.
Whether the same fleet, and is clean and strong
With etoyu a help!

Lord, have mercy fleet
In the long-distance trips,
That there was no fleet - a stronghold
Modes of sad ...
Rynda to as a dome,
Sparkled brightly.
Lord, praise you -
The cross is similar to the anchor!