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"Farewell of the Slav" is played by an orchestra.
On the banner of the St. Andrew's cross flutters,
And "Pike" in the campaign floats away.
Battened down the hatches - the team inside,
Submarine at the rate of the movement,
She is waiting for a "hunt" in the distance,
The fate of measures the second moment.
Horned mines in the Baltic sea,
Like the stars on a cloudless night.
For centuries, life with death in a dispute,
Bad thoughts and doubts - away.
Thud and tear of the torpedo
Human flesh, and metal melts.
Two years did not live to Win,
That the son was born, the Midshipman did not know...
Farewell of Slav the orchestra
© Copyright: Игорь Васильевич Шестаков, 2020
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