The Execution of Pavel Dybenko

Farewell sailors, brothers

The scoundrel carries out the execution on the sly

He wouldn't have been able to hit me point-blank

To the tyrant who usurped power

I knew October and the orderly row.

How the ships stand in the Baltic 

When he thought about it, he remembered it

He looked angrily into the barrel of the gun.

And with hoarseness in his seemingly sunken voice

What's the point of dragging it out? Just shoot, you bastards!

And you are living people, believe me.

The revolution will have no death!

At that very time, they themselves would be against the wall

Those who aimed the shot at Pavel Dybenko

Author:                                                                                                                                    Boris Yaroslavov (October 27th 1932--September 16th 1997                                        Candidate of Geological and Mineralogical Sciences