Текст песни Максим Жигновский - Море зовёт

SEA CALLING

Scattered across the expanses of the court, -
The riotous winds do not care for them -
A wave caresses their contours
And it leads to foggy distances.

Ah, the fate of the sea is fate
What do you cook for your sons?
That sullen raids of the storm,
Is it quiet miles without drams?

And the sea beckons and waits,
And the sea is calling for it
When we leave our port
Leaving the lighthouse aft!

One course, and we keep it!
Only more nodes on the go.
And let the moorings lie down,
Rest without bollards, we are without put.

Strongly knocked down - wide bone,
But they buzz under the pressure of the side,
The creaking of the frames - it so happened,
Water does not know how to drown!

The metal is filled with small tremors
We plow the turquoise expanse
Our free anchors grin
We have only one grace!

It will be so - it cannot but be!
Proudly raising the flags on the masts,
Ships will go out to sea again
The rebellious abysses without heeding ...

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(words and music - M.Zhignovsky,
04/20/2000)