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Мы вернёмся
Стихи Николая Гульнева с изм. Александра Харчикова
Мы вернёмся туда, где холодные бьют океаны,
Где осенней порой удивляет небес изразец.
Возродится земля и залечит глубокие раны.
Нас сплотила беда, значит, Флоту ещё не конец!
Память наша светла и хранит вековечное братство,
Так названья хранят неподкупных времён корабли,
Мы прошли высоко - не сдавали страну за богатство,
Офицер–патриот не меняет судьбу за рубли!
В нас петровский закал да и Флот настоящий за нами,
Мы служили державе по-русски, как принято встарь,
Не жалели себя, не сгибались под злыми ветрами
И сложили долги на Российский печальный алтарь!
Не жалели себя, не сгибались под злыми ветрами
И сложили долги на Российский печальный алтарь!
Греют наши сердца благодатные Совесть и Вера,
И авральный порыв беспокойным мерещится сном –
Гены Флота прочны, офицерская Честь – не химера,
И в уставших сердцах безупречный стучит метроном!
Рвётся старый мотив – не случайны ни судьбы, ни даты,
Не случаен и цвет наших русских берёз и рябин,
Мы, Россия, твоих безутешных просторов солдаты,
От высоких широт до немеренных тёмных глубин!
Мы, Россия, твоих безутешных просторов солдаты,
От высоких широт до немереных тёмных глубин!
… Флот вернётся в моря, где пророчат бездонные дали,
Где слепую волну накрывает метельный заряд,
Нам сродни непокой – мы от жизни ещё не устали,
Мы ещё проведём наш красивый победный парад!
Нам сродни непокой – мы от жизни ещё не устали,
Мы ещё проведём наш красивый победный парад!
We'll be back
Poems of Nikolai Gulnev with changes. Alexander Kharchikov
We will return to where the cold beats the oceans,
Where the autumn sometimes surprises the sky with a piece.
The earth will revive and heal deep wounds.
We were united by trouble, it means that the Fleet is not over yet!
Our memory is bright and preserves the everlasting brotherhood,
So the names keep ships that are incorruptible,
We passed high - did not surrender the country for wealth,
The patriotic officer does not change destiny for rubles!
In us, Peter the Great, and the Navy is real behind us,
We served the state in Russian, as is customary,
They did not spare themselves, they did not bend under the evil winds
And they laid their debts on the Russian sad altar!
They did not spare themselves, they did not bend under the evil winds
And they laid their debts on the Russian sad altar!
Our hearts are warmed by the blessed Conscience and Faith,
And the gust of an uneasy rush seems like a dream -
The Fleet's genes are strong, the officer's Honor is not a chimera,
And in the tired hearts, the perfect metronome strikes!
The old motive is torn - no fortunes, no dates,
It is not accidental that the color of our Russian birch and mountain ash,
We, Russia, are your inconsolable expanses of soldiers,
From high latitudes to unmeasured dark depths!
We, Russia, are your inconsolable expanses of soldiers,
From high latitudes to nemerenyh dark depths!
... The fleet will return to the sea, where the bottomless distances are predicted,
Where a blind wave covers the charge of a charge,
To us it is akin nepokoj - we from a life have not got tired yet,
We will still hold our beautiful victory parade!
To us it is akin nepokoj - we from a life have not got tired yet,
We will still hold our beautiful victory parade!
Poems of Nikolai Gulnev with changes. Alexander Kharchikov
We will return to where the cold beats the oceans,
Where the autumn sometimes surprises the sky with a piece.
The earth will revive and heal deep wounds.
We were united by trouble, it means that the Fleet is not over yet!
Our memory is bright and preserves the everlasting brotherhood,
So the names keep ships that are incorruptible,
We passed high - did not surrender the country for wealth,
The patriotic officer does not change destiny for rubles!
In us, Peter the Great, and the Navy is real behind us,
We served the state in Russian, as is customary,
They did not spare themselves, they did not bend under the evil winds
And they laid their debts on the Russian sad altar!
They did not spare themselves, they did not bend under the evil winds
And they laid their debts on the Russian sad altar!
Our hearts are warmed by the blessed Conscience and Faith,
And the gust of an uneasy rush seems like a dream -
The Fleet's genes are strong, the officer's Honor is not a chimera,
And in the tired hearts, the perfect metronome strikes!
The old motive is torn - no fortunes, no dates,
It is not accidental that the color of our Russian birch and mountain ash,
We, Russia, are your inconsolable expanses of soldiers,
From high latitudes to unmeasured dark depths!
We, Russia, are your inconsolable expanses of soldiers,
From high latitudes to nemerenyh dark depths!
... The fleet will return to the sea, where the bottomless distances are predicted,
Where a blind wave covers the charge of a charge,
To us it is akin nepokoj - we from a life have not got tired yet,
We will still hold our beautiful victory parade!
To us it is akin nepokoj - we from a life have not got tired yet,
We will still hold our beautiful victory parade!