Текст песни Визбор Юрий - Командир подлодки

That's what I saw: smokes commander
He is the commander of a large submarine,
He lights a match at the breast
And its light covers forage cap.

The submarine, throwing off the sea from the back,
Once again, the deck has substituted monsoon
On the leeward side of clinging
Antennas for the belt of Orion.

He looks into the sea, the sea no fish,
No blue winds further transition,
No seaweed, no sun Game
On logging sunken ships.

He looks into the sea, the sea is water,
Hides the black depths,
A submerged submarines,
Aliens boats, black dolphins.

It looks at the shore - no flowers on it,
No girls, no grayling in the rivers.
He sees there is someone else raketodrom,
A foreign power, a stranger.

Antennas are full of expectation,
The order shall be hard care.
Merges two black waves
Above the ship, on duty on the fleet.