Текст песни Советские песни - Варяг

Upward, comrades, everyone is in their places!
The last parade is coming!
Our proud "Varyag" does not surrender to the enemy,
Nobody wants mercy!

All the pennants curl and the chains clatter
Raising the anchors up.
The ranks are preparing for the battle of guns,
In the sun, glittering ominously.

From the faithful dock we go into battle,
Towards the death threatening us,
We will die for the Motherland in the open sea,
Where the yellow-faced devils are waiting!

Whistles and rattles and rumbles around
The thunder of the guns, the hiss of the shell,
And our fearless, our faithful "Varyag"
Like a pitch hell!

Bodies tremble in their death throes,
Around the roar, and smoke, and groans,
And the ship is engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, -
The moment of farewell has come.

Goodbye comrades! With God, hurray!
The boiling sea below us!
We didn’t think yesterday,
That today we will sleep under the waves!

Neither stone nor cross will tell where they lay
To the glory of the Russian flag,
Only the waves of the sea will glorify forever
Heroic death of "Varyag"!