Иван Баранов - Петергофский десант - Золотая морская пехота - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Petershof landing is the operational landing of the Baltic Fleet, landed during the Strelnin-Peterhof offensive operation on October 5, 1941. By October 7, the landing was killed, a few units survived.

Peterhof landing.

Music and the words of Alexander Kharchikov.

Again, autumn wind circles on deserted garden alleys,

Again, the old wound hurts, again the heart regrets the past,

And the memory is in a hurry, and takes her bad weather to Leningrad,

In Leningrad, in Leningrad October forty -first year.

Again, I see in reality and in a dream on an evil night, the outgoing company,

Peterhof landing, Peterhof landing of the military fleet.

In silence from the bay, they walked on boats to the German beast,

From the boats, not including lights, right into the water and further - to the shore,

The Red Navy Graduate from Kronstadt went to death and went into immortality,

The spirit of strong heroes, and the hope and the color of Leningrad.

Peterhof landing, Peterhof landing - outgoing companies from ships.

Peterhof landing, Peterhof landing - golden sea infantry.

Eight hundred were their eight hundred, and the enemies in front of them are Armada,

But their country called for the feat, and led their love and courage,

And distant beloved eyes, and sisters of tearful faces,

And the spring heaven is turquoise, and on the summer sky of the Zarnitsa.

Peterhof landing, Peterhof landing, and coastal gray waters.

Peterhof landing, Peterhof landing, and outgoing companies.

And forward under dagger fire in dishevefers and black pea jackets

To the lower park, to Montplazir, and then on the heels of the retreating reptiles.

Brothers were torn to the city center, not hoping for close aid,

In hand -to -hand combat, lifting the fascist bastard.

Peterhof landing, Peterhof landing - the color and guard of the glorious fleet.

Peterhof landing, Peterhof landing forty -first dead year.

Only one had a chance to be saved: from the brothers he came from the other world

Yung-boy, a Baltic sailor, for his truth this bitter,

And the guy told me with longing how heroically the brothers died,

As a grenade squeezing with his hand, they pulled themselves together with the German.

Mutilated, half -dead and those who were not tortured,

How the captured tormented them, how they cut their stars on their foreheads,

The beautiful animals were fooled, hated them and was afraid.

To them, heroes, my respect - in memory of their song was composed!

Peterhof landing, Peterhof landing forty -first Black Year.

Peterhof landing, Peterhof landing, not failing to us from the campaign.

Again, autumn wind circles on deserted garden alleys,

Again, the old wound hurts, again the heart regrets the past,

And the memory is in a hurry, and takes her bad weather to Leningrad,

In Leningrad, in Leningrad October forty -first year.

In Leningrad, to Leningrad, to Leningrad October forty -first year ...