You all know the tragic story
of the Kursk submarine

And Captain Kolesnikov’s letter.

That led to a song.

Who will tell us about death

A couple of honest words?

Too bad there are no black boxes

For fallen sailors.

The pencil snaps.
It’s cold and dark.

Captain Kolesnikov

Is writing us a letter.

The pencil snaps.
It's cold and dark.

Captain Kolesnikov
is writing us a letter.

There are few of us alive

At the ocean’s hungry bottom.

Three compartments blew up,

Another three are on fire.

I know there’s no hope.

But wait if you believe.

You will find my letter

lying on your chest.

I know there’s no hope.

But wait if you believe.

You will find this letter
lying on your chest.

Like a torn-up grave, the Kursk

jerked and then froze.

As if to say farewell to chopped through

the ropes of rusty veins.

And over stormy waters

Gulls and ships

The sub sleeps grounded,
but far away from ground.

And over stormy waters

Gulls and ships

The sub sleeps grounded,
but far away from ground.

Later about what happened

They’ll tell us many lies.

Will the Board of Inquiry

just tell us that dying’s hard.

Who were just regular guys...?

Who were heroes, and
who’s a piece of shit.

That’s Captain Kolesnikov

writing us a letter.

Who were just regular guys? Who's a hero?
And who's a piece of shit?

Captain Kolesnikov
is writing us a letter.

Hit it, Vanya!