Текст песни Михаил Гулько - Моряк черноморского флота

I met him near Odessa native,
When our company went into battle.
He walked in front with a gun in his hands,
Sailor of the Black Sea Fleet.

He walked ahead and set an example for everyone,
He was a native of the Horde.
And the wind beat his dashing curls
And the tape of his cap.

I met him after the fight in the window
In the Ukrainian clean house.
He lay on a doctor’s white table
In a bloody sailor pea jacket.

The surgeon counted twelve wounds,
Two bullets deeply seated.
In delirium, our brave sailor hummed
"The sea is spread wide ..."

Ah dear doctor if you are in Moscow
Come to my house on Ordynka?
Tell my wife my warm greetings
Give your son a cap.

In vain the old woman is waiting for her son home
She will be told, she is sobbing
And the waves run from the propeller behind the stern
And their trace disappears in the distance