Текст песни Лев Лещенко - Броненосец Потемкин

On the shore, people rush in crowds,
They look tensely
As with all their barrels of guns
You are cut into the Odessa sunset.

And the wrath of a bloody fifth year
Haze filled to the brim.
And a spoonful of sailor stew
The last straw was.

Chorus

Forward, battleship Potemkin,
Your anchors are thundering.
Your image will be remembered by descendants
Like the glow of October.

As if ... looking relentlessly
And they believe that the dawn will break out.
The peoples will burst with a wave of the ocean,
The great wave of October.

Rebel ribbons of their peakless caps
They make the empire shudder.
You are sailing on the Black Sea, rebellious,
You are sailing in the sea of ​​immortality.