Текст песни Евгений Сушин - Холодное море и белые горы

Cold sea and white mountains
Aurora strip in the harsh sky.
Thrown to the north by a pitiless storm
A small boat with her crew.

The load on the boat is three gold nuggets,
Hidden in the hold behind a powerful grate,
Away from the greedy fingers,
From those hungry for quick and easy money.

Hole. The hold is flooded with water.
A young sailor is ready to lower the boat.
He remembers instructions, he loves to live.
But the captain ordered not to rush.

Get nuggets at any cost,
Return home with wealth on a boat.
When they are asked about a valuable commodity,
Reply: "Wreck. We've lost everything."

Hold. Twilight. Dim lantern light.
Icy water chills my knees.
Over strong grate and steel chain
The team is sweating. Scrap works ...

A sledgehammer, an ax, and tremendous power ...
The lattice bent, their profit is close.
Hit. Right roll. Ice water.
The nuggets have gone to the bottom forever.