Текст песни Дмитрий Машура - Очаков

On the shore of the Black Sea
I catch the passing fog
stands proudly with mists argues
the city of Ochakov near the Buyan island

stands proudly with mists argues
the city of Ochakov near the Buyan island

through the centuries like a river
years fly back to the past

through the centuries like a river
years fly back to the past

this city has known both happiness and sorrow
centuries have carried the true story and the fairy tale at the walls
Achikale is an outlet to the sea
black fortress Kara-Carmen

Achikale is an outlet to the sea
black fortress Kara-Carmen

through the centuries like a river
years fly back to the past

through the centuries like a river
years fly back to the past

I will go ashore with the fog
seagulls I will hear a hacking cry
stands proudly with fogs breathes
the city of Ochakov is our good old man

proudly stands breathing fogs
the city of Ochakov is our good old man

through the centuries like a river
years fly back to the past

through the centuries like a river
years fly back to the past