Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - В старой посудине

In the old boat, alone
 The sea drives us
 Wind
 Bell
 Beats ringing
 We do not see tears
 Do not feel pain
 Visible only to shine
 Our old epaulettes
 
 We expect
 Wandering through the world
 Homeland somewhere
 Parents' House
 In the meantime,
 We do not have forgiveness
 There are only shine
 Our old epaulettes
 
 The sky is sad
 We rain
 escorts
 I do not forget
 I left Moscow
 As I then
 Tears silently swallowing
 His horse
 Presented orderly
 
 Let it be
 If God wills
 And in the holy
 Promenade des Anglais
 Russian know
 By submissive lackey
 And someone else says
 Language
 
 I do not say goodbye
 Russia with you
 I believe someday
 Yet come back
 In the meantime,
 If you can
 Forgive us
 I am for you
 Infinitely pray
 
 In the old boat, alone
 The sea drives us
 Wind
 Bell
 Beats ringing
 We do not see tears
 Do not feel pain
 Visible only to shine
 Our old epaulettes