Текст песни Александр Викторов - По часам уже ночь

For hours the night is already above the earth mother,
Ah, now I would not mind one of tightening.
Ah, now would not have to blow away all of the tank
And crude cabin to breathe deeply.
And, as if reading my thoughts, syllable by syllable,
The boat floats gently, imitating the gods.
Like a mighty island over the water it.
In the sky, the stars and the clouds, and all around - silence.

Who is free from the watch, rush up,
As the miners out of the mine, bringing success.
And drunken hilarity ensues for them -
There is no perfect moment for the young hearts.

There is no perfect moment - feel life again,
Again feel the time be a particle of land.
Gratefully, they look at the bridge -
There's a graduate of the sea - their father commander.

For hours the night is already above the earth mother,
Ah, now I would not mind one of tightening.
Ah, now would not have to blow away all of the tank
And crude cabin to breathe deeply.