The northern city is silent and sleeping
with the sky low just above our heads
What are you dreaming of, Cruiser Aurora,
at the moment when morning dawns on Neva?
What are you dreaming of, Cruiser Aurora,
at the moment when morning dawns on Neva?
Perhaps you see once again, in the furry clouds
the flames of the cannons from afar?
Or, as before, in their black coats
sternly are marching your patrols?
Or, as before, in their black coats
sternly are marching your patrols?
Big waves, grey storms, this is the lot of ships
Also their fates, somehow ressemble
somehow ressemble the fates of human beings
Also their fates, somehow ressemble
somehow ressemble the fates of human beings
The open sea is breathing salty winds
lightnings split the darkness in thunderstorm
What are you dreaming of, Cruiser Aurora,
at the moment when morning dawns on Neva?
What are you dreaming of, Cruiser Aurora,
at the moment when morning dawns on Neva?
What are you dreaming of, Cruiser Aurora?