Текст песни Иосиф Кобзон - Прощайте, Скалистые Горы

Farewell, Rocky Mountains,
On the feat, the deposit call!
We went out into the open sea,
In a harsh and long-range hike.
And waves and moan, and cry,
And splashing about the board of the ship ...
Melted in the distant fog fisherman -
Roda our land.

Our ship is stubbornly shakes
Steep sea wave;
Raise and throws
In a boiling abyss she.
We go, with bad argue,
Ready to fulfill the order.
And know friends that not live without the sea
And in the sea there is no life without us.

Not a good walking sailor
We go to meet enemies,
And after the victory of the hero
Let's go back to the native shores.
Let waves and moan, and cry
And splashing about the board of the ship
But happily will meet the heroes of the fishing -
Roda our land.