Текст песни Марш Российской Империи - Варяг

Upstairs, you comrades, everything in its place!

The last parade is coming!
 The enemy does not surrender our proud "Varyag"
 Mercy no one wants!

All pendants are twisted and the chain rattle,
 Top anchors are raising.
 Prepare for battle in a series of tools,
 The sun shining ominously!

From our marina we leave the battle,
 Towards the impending death of us,
 For the Motherland in the open sea die,
 Where waiting yellow-skinned devils!

Whistles and rattles and rumbles around.
 The thunder of guns, the hiss of the projectile,
 And there was our fearless and we are proud "Varyag"
 Similarity utter hell!

In the dying and austere body tremble,
 The thunder of guns and the noise and groans,
 And the ship is covered by the sea of ​​fire -
 Then came the moment of farewell.

Farewell, comrades! With God, hurray!
 Boiling sea below us!
 I do not think, my friends, we are with you yesterday,
 What is now going to die beneath the waves!

He does not say a stone or a bank, which lay
 When we honor the Russian flag,
 Only the waves of the sea in the distance voslavyat
 Heroic death of "Varyag"!