Текст песни Владимир Нечаев - В энском городе портовом

In the port city of Ensk
Music: L. Bakalov Lyrics: V. Malkov

To our port city of Ensk,
To the shores of my native land
From a military campaign,
From a military campaign
The ships have returned.

And ashore the dismissal
Received by our foreman -
Keeps the direction clearly
Keeps the direction clearly
To the house where she lives.

And from home on a counter course -
Damn it, I never waited -
A gray-haired one comes up,
A gray-haired one comes up,
Next to her, Admiral.

A seasoned sailor in the orders,
Though gray, but well done.
Blushing, she said
Blushing, she said:
"Meet my father!"

Admiral looking at his daughter,
The foreman blinked slyly.
As if suddenly put an end
As if suddenly put an end
And he gave the go-ahead for the wedding.

Since then, the marine family
Lives in the city of Ensk.
Here's a story,
Here's a story,
And the granddaughter will soon be a year old.

Here's a story,
Here's a story,
And the granddaughter will soon be a year old.