Lieutenant-captain Dmitry Kolesnikov's death note: "It's dark here to write, but I'll try by feel. It seems there are no chances, let's hope that at least someone will read this ... Regards to everybody, no need to be desperate"
Trapped into this hull Made of steel 100 meters Deep down the Barents Sea Faulty torpedoes Burst into flames Doomed we are fighting Desperately to breath
Bodies of our comrades Thrown away Onto the metal frames They faded away Our lives Into hands of unknown Groans of dying With screams of fear
Cold but proud we stand to die We raise our voices and dolphins cry Oh how we wish to stare at the sky Fathoms down, will this be our time of demise?
Deep down in icy blackness we lay In agony with tears we pray In between we live And then we die A dying wish a final Glimpse of the sky
We come from the sea, to her breast we returnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
