Текст песни Гребля - Гребля

Rowing

Verse

I did not have time to warm the bones, it was cold again.
News from the mainland is muddy water.
The end of the earth, a dead end, nowhere else.
And we row, rowing is our sport,
The winds will change and we will leave the port
Behind the earth, the horizon beckons us.

Bridge

Don't change course!
This is our resource!
This is our blood
This is our pulse!

Chorus

The world is on fire, pour me a glass
Rum for a couple of fingers.
A fair wind in my head
There isn't enough bromine for everyone.

Verse

Our flag flies among those hanged on yards,
For a handful of coins that betrayed their idea,
But we still cherish hope in our hearts.
The rats flee the ship to look for another shelter.
Those that remain in the hold will rot
We stay, our hearts are here.

Bridge

Whoever has lost faith will perish in the depths of the sea!
Ooooooooo, oooooooooo! (chorus of drunken movers)
We will revolt while there is still strength.
Better let the sun warm your heart than your back.