Текст песни Парад Ансамблей Военно-Морских Флотов России - Флагманский марш

In delicate thin arms
Stole scarf fresh wind,
And shroud black smoke
Lay over the high waves.
Shone dimly with hostility
In the rays of the morning at dawn,
To the sounds of marching pipe
Go sailors to fight.

Clouds formed over the sea,
And the enemy is crafty and malicious,
But in the whirlwind storm Burst
We are waiting for a sweet moment of victory.
Go hiking sailors,
And ships slap in the chill,
And pipes boatswain's call
We rushed to the gun.

We are proud in the wake ranks
Sberezhёm honor and glory of his.
So fun to play trumpet!
And let the bitter kiss on the lips.

Sewn farewell our cry
Marine coarse thread,
And do not jerk the sky seagull
His fleet of breasts.
Bye bye, the mainland!
You have to see us smile.
Do not we see each other again soon ...
And there lies ahead?

And we played & quot; & quot ;, Abraham
The commander stood on the bridge,
& quot; Slavyanka & quot; shore thunders,
And the leader of the raid came on ...