We go on plunging inside neutral zones. We’ve kept privileging don’t mind weather changing. As soon as they catch us, - In the locators’ clutches, - Left no unturned stones. Save our naval souls! We’re raving from air fouls. Save our naval souls! Hasten to us! Do hear us, in the sea baffled - Our SOS is getting muffled, Our thoughts are being shuffled - That was a must! We are in despair, can’t lift up to breath. Right over there, to the left over there, In front - as a message, - doesn’t give us a passage The real horned death. Save our naval souls! We’re raving from air fouls. Save our naval souls! Hasten to us! Do hear us, in the sea baffled - Our SOS is getting muffled, Our thoughts are being shuffled - That was a must! But free we are here since this is our world! We aren’t so bleared, - to surface mines near!? "Keep breath to the porridge! We’ll crush up the moorage!" That was the captain’s word. Save our naval souls! We’re raving from air fouls. Save our naval souls! Hasten to us! Do hear us, in the sea baffled - Our SOS is getting muffled, Our thoughts are being shuffled - That was a must! We’ll surface at dawn time - for this is "prikaz". To fall in the morning is better than mourning With nothing to mark, in the dark... in the dark!.. Immortalize us! Save our naval souls! We’re raving from air fouls. Save our naval souls! Hasten to us! Do hear us, in the sea baffled - Our SOS is getting muffled, Our thoughts are being shuffled - That was a must! There’s, going upward; there’s no way back! "Full speed to the shipyard!" The nerves being drawn hard. The end to all "blesses", to wars and to peaces - We’re bursting to piers as A torpedo attack! Save our naval souls! We’re raving from air fouls. Save our naval souls! Hasten to us! Do hear us, in the sea baffled - Our SOS is getting muffled, Our thoughts are being shuffled - That was a must!
© Vyacheslav Chistyakov. Translation, 2009