Текст песни Макс Вовк - Човен, мій човен

I stretched out their palms to the sky,
Plominnya furnace sparked soul .
In no you do not,
I want heat, because the soul - not stones.

Chorus:

Boat, my boat , my luck there,
Where darling , darling will close forever.
Boat, my boat , my brother ,
Where darling , dear, I manage to get lucky ,
Where darling dear.

And there was no ground under their feet at us,
I remained close together , you and me.
Got it - we are together, stop time,
Do not feel that we are near final only once .