Will you hold it against me if I tell you about a world
that sings deep inside me with the rumbling of the ocean
Will you hold it against me if protest is growing
with this name I'm singing to the four winds.
My memory sings muted: Potemkine
They were tough sailors, they were sailors, they were warriors
and the heart of a sailor becomes hardened in the wind
They were sailors on a mighty battleship.
On the waves, I imagine you: Potemkine
Will you hold it against me if I tell you about a world
where those who are hungry will be executed
The crime is being prepared and the sea is deep
In front of the rebels, the riflemen are coming.
It’s my brother who is being murdered: Potemkine
My brother, my friend, my son, my comrade,
you shall not shoot at those who suffer and complain.
My brother, my friend, I make you our judge
Sailor don’t shoot at another sailor!
They turned away their rifles Potemkine
Will you hold it against me if I tell you about a world
where those who want to kill are punished in this way.
Will you hold it against me if I tell you about a world
where one is not always on the side of the strongest.
Tonight, I like the navy Potemkine!