Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Праздник ВМФ

I am the foremost foreman, and my sidekick -
Midshipman. We are in reserve BC-3.
We are waiting for the last, mid-summer, weekend,
We are waiting for the sperm whales to wait for the Gulf Stream.

In it, the rostral columns fall into the Neva,
Two logs shakes on the waves.
Borya, I bet I’ll swim to the bastion
In demobilized flares?

I can’t live without the sea!
Hold the cap -
Shigan, like that movie lion.
We are with a great city
Gray in our beards
Celebrate the Navy!
We are with a great city
Gray in our beards
Celebrate the Navy!

Our wives are not looking for us on this bright day.
Once again, a sub-melt goes to the depths!
With the lit white, I go to the water.
Crew alignment on the flag!

Nothing that is storming us
The fleet does not feed sharks!
Yutov - on yut! And to me - to the tank ...
Midshipman, make a face.
Why are we worse than border guards ?!
Rafting - torn to Central Park.
Midshipman, make a face!
Why are we worse than border guards ?!
Rafting - torn to Central Park.

We’ll drink it all, but the fleet will never be dishonored!
I’m leaving the main channel.
And let the cops semaphore me - grief is not a disaster ...
Raid - on the Peter and Paul Beach.

Hey country, get up off your knees!
Hear, civil, pour
Black Sea glass for warming!
We are with a great city -
Gray in our beards -
Celebrate the Navy!

Hey country, get up off your knees!
Hear, civil, pour
Uncle Chernomor to warm up!
We are with a great city -
Gray in our beards -
Celebrate the Navy!
Celebrate the Navy!