Текст песни Александр Фролов - Бортовой журнал

[Music & lyrics - Alexander Frolov]

Life is like a logbook:
Days burn through as clearing,
A night to perish in a fragile ashes.
And it seems that there pages
How in heaven for migratory birds,
To look through everything and did not notice ...

How to hit
The bilge water,
Cries from the deck:
"Look out!"
On feed the fish,
For Neptune,
Clinking bell,
Down to the bottom ...

Batted waves being
Above the shipwreck
Dreams, aspirations, hopes ...
And as if nothing happened
This unusual,
And out of place here accusative ...

How to hit
The bilge water,
Cries from the deck:
"Look out!"
On feed the fish,
For Neptune,
Clinking bell,
Down, down to the bottom ...