Текст песни Аквариум - Пьяный матрос

What do we do with a drunken sailor?
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
Lord, save me!

In the center of the earth, the oldness and ancient
There is a snake, as the solid silicon.
We went to see the whole village.
Oh, do not vote!

He lies, he could hardly breathe,
Eyes closed, the heat and pyshit.
But who's to say he will hear.
Lord, save me!

Seven ships are carried by sea:
All rush to help his grief.
And carry him various potions.
Oh, do not vote!

One man took, I staggered.
He held out, but could not resist
And down in the basement with this potion.
Lord, save me!

What do we do with a drunken sailor?
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
What should we do? What do we do with him?
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
What do we do with a drunken sailor?
Gosposdi, save!

So what do we do with a drunken sailor.
To strengthen his anchor rope
And put his Hugo Boss-th.
Oh, do not vote!

And verovochkoy not curl,
Know tired soul to languish.
He will rise up and proeobrazitsya.
Lord, save.

So what do we do with a drunken sailor!
That's what we do with the drunken sailor!
That's what we do with the drunken sailor!
Lord, save me!