18.05.2024
Radio Tapok - Петропавловск (Petropavlovsk) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
English
Petropavlovsk
British battlefleet has comeTo Kamchatka's raid to shot
With the smell of Crimean War
Wrapped in rays of Moon above
Hills of Russian arty's posts
Waits the Sea ruler's storm
Cossacks warms their hands with fire
We are alone but alive
There are nine hundred and twenty six soldiers
But Volcano wind will bring wonder feel
There are somewhere on the edge of known world
Smoke of war of four Impires
Strikes the air of Kamchatka
Between cold seas a far port was sieged
But foe was made retreat
It's Petropavlovsk!
Nearby far Danube
Emperor Nicolas
Challenged the sultan's wrath
Fights the might of Three Crowns
But to east in thousands miles
Alone Russian outpost
Near the Avacha bay
Took the control of its fate
Blood will be spilled in fight
Feeding coast of Kamchatka
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