Капитан Колесников [Kapitan Kolesnikov] [English translation]

Who will say about death [a] couple honest words?

Too bad, fallen sailors are not granted a black box.

Pencil keeps on breaking, [damn!], it is dark and cold,

Captain D. Kolesnikov is writing us a note:

Only few of us are left on the cold sea floor;

Three compartments are ablaze, and two more are all blown,

There is no salvation here, but if you've got faith - wait.

You will find the note of mine on your chest, my mate.

"Kursk", like ragged tombstone, twitched, froze in pain,

As a parting shot it cut the cords of rusty veins.

Seaside is all cloudy: seagulls, men-of-war...

On the ground the sub's asleep, but it's so far [away] from shore.

Later they will lie a lot about what's transpired.

Would the Navy panel tell how hard it is to die?

Who among our peers is a hero, who's a dote,

Captain D. Kolesnikov is writing us a note.

Go on, Vanya... *