Заветный камень [Zavetnyy kamen'] [English translation]

Cold waves rise and billow

On the wide Black sea.

The final sailor has left Sevastopol,

He departs, struggling on the waves.

The formidable, salty, raging rollers

Wave after wave crashed on the ship.

In the misty distance

One can not see land

As the ships have traveled so far.

The friendly sailors lifted up the hero

With the thundering sea boiling,

He clenched a stone with his blue hand

And said quietly, dying:

"When I left my birthplace,

I took this piece of granite with me...

And here, so distant

From the Crimean lands

We cannot forget about her.

Whoever takes this stone, please make them swear

That you will carry it with honor.

That they will be the first to return to the bay

And that they never forget this oath!

May he cherish the stone night, and day

A sailor's heart burns with fire.

May its holiness be preserved

My granite stone,

Is washing in Russian blood"

The stone passed through many ranging storms,

And they stood honorably in his place.

A familiar seagull flapped its wings,

And their heart now beats calmly.

The sailor of the Black Sea ascended the cliff,

And brought new glory to the Motherland,

And in the peaceful distance

The ships will go

Under the sun of the Homeland!

• Artist:Leonid Utesov