Текст песни Морская пехота Черноморского Флота - Гимн морпеха

We, brother, live, not tuzhim,
We are serving in the Marine Corps,
And the sea gave spaces
The house we are today.
Glory we do not need someone else,
AKS - our joy.
Ships and aircraft,
You greetings from morpehoty!

Chorus:

Who helmets day is not removed,
Who caressed armor metal
Who ever heard machine trills,
For whom meshed ramp
Who feet in the blood beat on the march,
A hands warmed on a hot trunk,
From the sky on a parachute pulled off,
He called a Marine.

You guys have no fear,
If you come to visit.
We all can get along,
Only we do not need ironing.
Hey, guys, do not hesitate to
Come, hang out!
Just be no laughing matter,
If a marine touch.