Текст песни Сауроныч - Кораблик

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Once upon a time there was an old master ship,
 F g c
Silent, smoking a pipe.
            E am
And once he made a boat -
 F G C F C G C
Small but as if real.

The frigate was trimmed all like a miracle, -
From mizzen to bowsprit mesh ...
But once the old master died
And the ship remained with the neighbor.

Well ... She didn’t offend him,
Dust blew away, kept under the glass,
Only she never dreamed
The voice of a flurry or the creak of a helm.

What is the sea, anchors and guns for her?
What is she blue ocean wind?
A hoarse cuckoo was making
Cockroaches walked on the glass ...

Among hats, old and worn,
Dusty feathers and rotten felt,
How he lived there - a sailing tale,
Tea clipper, son of the seas and wind? ..

What did he see on dark nights
Turning the bowsprit to the blind window?
Was the wind stubbornly and desperately waiting?
Or called someone for help?

And the wet south-west woke up.
Storm water began to boil.
They pushed the streams of the house
They took the boat to freedom.

He sailed through the golden dawn
On big sunsets, bright red.
Let the capricious wind keep him
On the way far and dangerous.