Текст песни Михаил Мухтар - Боцман by Chris Rea-Auberg

Clear summer sunset
There was a hard day.
With the best friend rushed at the old Niva.
Our way to town
White town.
There is one cafe there
And over him sailor.
Rushing bullets we
We have no right,
But we do not care
After all, the path is one

Boatswain (4 times)

We go to the cafe,
Through the oak door.
We will take a table with a saucer,
Take whiskey with a cola.
Slightly ohmelev,
Beholdes,
Let's start looking for yourself on the girl.
Pasha found in one moment
And here is one,
Fell in love with nastyushki-
Said "No".

Boatswain (4 times)

"Mikhan, Bodraya! Mikhan, fun!
Love the girl, believe me.
You are a beautiful guy, only be pokes, "-
Pasha me Techil-he is best.

At Nastke, I sighed Tomno,
Poems wrote to her.
Sad, but there is a place
Where I am fun.

Boatswain (to the end)