The leaden sky, after the rain,
The sky was crying like a widow
It was your victory and pain,
I see you Admiral Spiridov.
The naval battle of Chesme cove
You maked history and glory
You released a peaceful dove
These clouds of warships allegory
You never was not sea alone
Your ships have sailed to the sky
Saint Nicholas, Saint Spyridon
They didn't let the sailors die.
Sunset and fire summertime,
Sunshine of Chesme in over town
The sun is setting forest line
It shines with its own crown.