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!