| The guys from intelligence told me - those who love Russia and the fleet:
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| My fairway has not yet been cleared and there is every chance to take a mine on board.
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| When entering the main base, there is every chance to lie astern on the ground,
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| So that the “headquarters” by special order put the objectionable on trial.
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| Chorus:
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| If only that mine was truly someone else's, otherwise it would be our own.
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| For many years no one has threatened me, who am I
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| He got sideways, yes, so that he can no longer endure?
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| Whoever's eyes and conscience are covered with grandmothers, he shouldn't sing.
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| My fairway has not yet been cleared, I will scour the Russian seas,
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| Without lowering the Soviet flag and respecting the St. Andrew's banner,
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| I won’t wait, like a young salaga, for royal mercy - maybe they’ll forgive me.
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| Chorus:
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| If only that mine was truly someone else's, otherwise it would be our own.
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| For many years no one has threatened me, who am I
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| He got sideways, yes, so that he can no longer endure?
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| Whoever's eyes and conscience are covered with grandmothers, he shouldn't sing.
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| The admiral's stars fell on Kapraz's black uniform.
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| My fairway has not yet been cleared, but, thank the Lord, I am the commander.
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| And only the wind is my boss in the sea, and I know how to drink it with sweat.
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| The smallest I will pass through the nights of those who want to sink me.
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| Chorus:
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| If only that mine was truly someone else's, otherwise it would be our own.
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| For many years no one has threatened me, who am I
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| He got sideways, yes, so that he can no longer endure?
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| To whom the eyes and conscience are covered with grandmothers, he does not sing, he does not sing.
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| The guys from intelligence told me - those who love Russia and the fleet:
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| My fairway has not yet been cleared and there is every chance to take a mine on board. |