Текст песни И.Скворцов - В Крым

Black Sea,
hailstones Sevastopol,
sunny Crimea.
We must endure.
Will we will,
there will be hiking,
will be about what
to sing to us.

To the Black Sea,
to the city of Sevastopol
Thought of persecution.
Summer on the hill,
salt surf,
sunny Crimea.

Black Sea,
hail Sevastopol.
Only to return
to be in time.
Do not miss each other
in life those two,
who is not afraid of death.

The wind over the hillock,
the noise of the surf,
sunny Crimea.
To the Black Sea,
to the city of Sevastopol
Thinking again.
Sunny Crimea ...