Текст песни Король и Шут - северный флот

The Northern Fleet
   (M. Gorshenev - Knyazev)

   Em Hm
  Raging wind tears a sail,
    Em Hm
  Old Vikings at the helm.
   Am Hm
  Tomorrow will sink three ships,
    Am D Em
  The usual thing for a sailor

   Hm Em
  Northern Fleet,
   Hm
  Only forward.
     Am Hm
  Bastards, remove the sail,
    Am D
  On boarding

  In the hold there is no meat, beer ended ..
  How long before the great Rome
  It will be hard - it's bearable
  Like as a woman awaits us gain

  Northern Fleet,
  Only forward.
  Bastards, remove the sail,
  On boarding

  Voinov tortured waiting for the cold
  The Northern Fleet is going nowhere,
  God forgotten our land,
  The enemy will cry - it was not in vain.

  Northern Fleet,
  Only forward.
  Bastards, remove the sail,
  On boarding