Saturday, February 10, 2007
نشيد البحرية السوفيتية
Holodno, hmuro I mrachno v dushe;
Kak mog znataya, shto ti umryosha?
Do svidania, bereg rodnoy a
Kak nam trudno predstavita, shto eto ne son.
Rodina a dom rodnoy,
Do svidania, Rodina.
I v pohod i v pohod nas volna morskaya jdyot ne dojdyotsa.
Nas zavut marksaya dala i priboy!
Salyut otsam i nashim dedam,
Zavyetam ih vsegda verni.
Tepera nishto ne ostanovit
Pobedniy shag rodnoy strani.
Ti plivi, plivi besstrashna
Gordosta Severnih Moryey.
Revolyutsii nadeshda, sgustok vyeri vseh lyudey.
V Okytabre, v Okyabre,
Reportuyem mi nashi pabedi.
V Okytabre, v Okyabre, noviy mir dali nam nashi dedi.
It's cold, sad and dark in my soul,
How could I know that you will die.
Good bye, dear home shore,
it's so hard to believe it is not a dream;
Motherland- native home.
Good bye, dear Motherland.
And the sea wave cannot wait 'till we go on a combat trip
We are called by the vast sea and thundering waves!
We salute our fathers and grandfathers;
We will always follow their advice;
And now nothing will stop
The victorious march of our country.
Sail, sail without fear,
proudness of the Northern Seas
Kak mog znataya, shto ti umryosha?
Do svidania, bereg rodnoy a
Kak nam trudno predstavita, shto eto ne son.
Rodina a dom rodnoy,
Do svidania, Rodina.
I v pohod i v pohod nas volna morskaya jdyot ne dojdyotsa.
Nas zavut marksaya dala i priboy!
Salyut otsam i nashim dedam,
Zavyetam ih vsegda verni.
Tepera nishto ne ostanovit
Pobedniy shag rodnoy strani.
Ti plivi, plivi besstrashna
Gordosta Severnih Moryey.
Revolyutsii nadeshda, sgustok vyeri vseh lyudey.
V Okytabre, v Okyabre,
Reportuyem mi nashi pabedi.
V Okytabre, v Okyabre, noviy mir dali nam nashi dedi.
It's cold, sad and dark in my soul,
How could I know that you will die.
Good bye, dear home shore,
it's so hard to believe it is not a dream;
Motherland- native home.
Good bye, dear Motherland.
And the sea wave cannot wait 'till we go on a combat trip
We are called by the vast sea and thundering waves!
We salute our fathers and grandfathers;
We will always follow their advice;
And now nothing will stop
The victorious march of our country.
Sail, sail without fear,
proudness of the Northern Seas
The hope of the Revolution, concentration of beliefs of the people.
In October, in October
We report our victories
In October, in October, our grandpas gave us a new world.
In October, in October
We report our victories
In October, in October, our grandpas gave us a new world.
روحي باردة حزينة مظلمة،
كيف لي أن أعرف أنك ستموتين؟
وداعاً يا شاطئ وطني،
يصعب أن أصدق أنه ليس بحلم
وطني الأم - بلدي
وداعاً يا وطني العزيز.
لن تنتظر الموجة حتى نذهب في رحلة القتال
ينادينا البحر الواسع وأمواج كالرعد!
تحية إلى آبائنا وأجدادنا،
سنسير دائما على خطاهم،
والآن لا شيء سيوقف
مسيرة انتصار بلادنا.
أبحروا، أبحروا بلا خوف
يا فخر بحار الشمال
يا أمل الثورة، يا خلاصة إيمان الشعوب.
في أكتوبر، في أكتوبر
نذكر انتصاراتنا
في أكتوبر، في أكتوبر، منحنا أجدادنا عالماً جديداً.
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