Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Боевой торговый флот

Battle Merchant Fleet

Stand in everyone’s place!
To the bridge captain
Rose. As always, we leave for the flight.
Salty water,
Foreign cities.
But it doesn’t matter while you are.

In the Atlantic storm,
Ten days of fog
And do not find the North Star.
God knows how old
Grumbling in the "car" "grandfather",
But we are always on the go.

Go, go, go, motor ships,
Seagulls on add-ons hover.
Ships non-flying weather
Does not interfere with furrowing the sea.

Wherever I have been
Our logbook
And also boatswain Timofey Fomich.
He knows everything and everyone
Try to sit on a bollard -
You will be left without a shore.

What is Africa? .. God be with her!
Miss the pine
And wives often dream at night.
Behind the port is a new port,
But for sailor sweat
The reward will be our native pier.

Go, go, go, motor ships,
Seagulls on add-ons hover.
Ships non-flying weather
Does not interfere with furrowing the sea.

Though we often see
From the bow to the stern
As their boats float above the wave, -
We’ll not change our course,
Let the whole Union know:
Merchant fleet - it is also combat!

Go, go, go, motor ships,
Seagulls on add-ons hover.
Ships non-flying weather
Does not interfere with furrowing the sea.