Upstairs you , comrades, all the places
Last comes the parade .
The enemy does not surrender our proud "Varyag"
Spared no one wants !
All pennants are twisted, and chains rattle ,
Top lifting anchor ,
Preparing for battle in a number of instruments ,
The sun shining ominously !
And true to the marina we go into battle ,
We meet impending death,
For the Motherland in the open sea to die,
Where the hell are waiting for the yellow-skinned !
Whistles and rattles and rumbles around.
The thunder of guns , shells hissing ,
And there was our fearless and proud "Varyag"
Like a hell of .
In the dying body tremble afflicted and austere ,
The thunder of guns , and the noise and groans ,
And the ship is covered by a sea of fire ,
Then came the parting minutes .
Farewell, comrades! With God , hooray !
Boiling sea below us !
Do not think , my friends, we are with you yesterday,
That now die beneath the waves .
Do not say a stone , nor the cross, where lay
In glory we Russian flag
Only the waves of the sea glorify one
Heroic death "Varyag" !
