Текст песни Хор Турецкого - Прощайте, скалистые горы

Farewell the Rocky Mountains on the feat of the name calls,
We went out into the open sea into a harsh and long-range hike,
And waves and moan and cry and splash on board the ship,
Fisherman felt in the distant fog - our country.

My ship stubbornly shakes a steep sea wave,
Raise and again throws it in a boiling abyss
I will return back I will not soon, but enough for the battle of fire,
I know friends that not live without the sea,
How the sea is dead without me.

I'm going to meet the enemies with a hard gait of the sailor
And after with the victory, the heroic to the rocky returns to the shores,
Even though waves and moan and cry and splash on board the ship,
But the heroes of the fishing - the birthplace of our land will be happy.