Текст песни Русские марши - В далеком Цусимском проливе

In the distant Tsushima Strait,
Far from your homeland,
At the bottom of the ocean deep
Forgotten there are ships.

There, the Russians are admirals,
And the men are dozing around,
They grow corals
On the fingers of outstretched hands.

When nature falls asleep
And the bright moon shines,
Heroes of the deceased fleet
Get up, waking up from sleep.

They start a conversation -
And, fists clenched fiercely,
About those who sold them and betrayed them,
All night the sailors speak.

They remember Tsushima,
His vain courage,
And the sky, from a distant life,
And death in an unequal battle.

And in the noise of the sea
They tell the sailors:
"Prepare for the great battle,
For us, take revenge on your enemies! & Quot;