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?