Текст песни Приморский Парк - Севастополь. Автор слов Виталий Замятин.

To the shores far go, it's time!
Native land will dream at night,
So blow us not winds and passing wind
Quickly in Sevastopol to return!

Will indicate the direction is not a compass, but a compass,
Therefore, we find the right way
And the devotee loves us infinitely
For the fact that we do not swim, but go!

Could instead of storms real storm
Ominous, what was not observed,
The steering wheel from the hands does not fall and will endure the feed
Behind which many thousands of miles are left!

And if for a big mistake to our cities
Pulls, suddenly, some reptile,
Sailor with the Guards Ribbon on the breast to him then
Put the emphasis as necessary!

To the shores far go, it's time!
Native land will dream at night!
So blow us not winds, but a passing wind,
To return to your favorite Sevastopol!