Гимн морю и горам

Ordered us luck the weather itself ,
Pretty feet under our keel promised
And the sky is shared with the blue of the ocean -
Two blue horizon crossed.

Is not it a heady sea unprecedented scope
Akin to the mountains in the madness , violence , and gentleness :
Gray mane waves clean as snow on the peaks of the mountains,
And hollows between them - like the abyss !

Serving the elements no vanity .
The two poles leads meridian.
Blessed are the eternal ranges !
Blessed be the Great Ocean !

We own the Great Case - brother Luck - sister
Though - just in case - we are alarmed .
On land they wished us no fluff or pen ,
Constellations to us perfectly positioned .

We all vperёdsmotryaschie all started with the basics ,
And if someone has bad luck -
Change course , we go to SOS, there, in the mountains , to the call,
For help, interrupting the ascent.

Serving the elements no vanity .
The two poles leads meridian.
Blessed are the eternal ranges !
Blessed be the Great Ocean !

We calculate losses when storm will pass ,
Not gray , and salt ubelёnnye ,
Buying ocean huge tear
Will wash our faces enlightened ...

Taken from the top of - acorn stuck into heaven!
From heaven to earth - just for a moment :
Just finished the flight, we raise the sails -
Again, start climbing .

Serving the elements no vanity .
The two poles leads meridian.
Blessed are the eternal ranges !
Blessed be the Great Ocean !