From her smoke screen
In a hurry
As if to avoid my touch
As she went she unleashed a swarm of torpedos
They gently hit my broadside
Aah , her touch
So gentle yet strong
She let the sea drown me
She was my own Storozhevoi
She swept past
As my aft guns were turning
She got me good
And I watched her wreak havock
Amongst the seas
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