| Blue sea, only the sea astern,
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| The blue sea is far away, the way home
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| There behind the mists, eternal, drunken,
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| There, beyond the mists, our native shore
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| There behind the mists, eternal, drunken,
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| There, beyond the mists, our native shore
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| Waves whisper and sigh and call,
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| But they won't understand, they won't understand
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| There behind the mists, eternal, drunken,
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| There behind the mists they love us and wait
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| There behind the mists, eternal, drunken,
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| There behind the mists they love us and wait
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| Sevastopol is waiting, Kamchatka is waiting, Kronstadt is waiting,
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| The land believes and waits for its native children
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| There behind the mists, eternal, drunken,
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| There behind the mists their wives do not sleep
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| There behind the mists, eternal, drunk...
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| And we will return, we, of course, will swim,
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| And we smile, and we press the children to our chest
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| There behind the mists, eternal, drunken,
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| There, behind the fogs, we will finish the song.
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| There behind the mists, eternal, drunken,
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| There, behind the fogs, we will finish the song. |