Текст песни Александр Вольдман - Прости, океан

Sorry, ocean, not torment, ocean,
Shattering southern night.
Let the one who did not believe, and the one who did not expect
Will remain and silent.

Forbidden happiness, we will have enough for everyone,
Not so difficult to catch it.
All gold Lissa is not worth it
So that even remember it!

Star over a bushprit, yes foam surf,
Lively Breppy Sails!
Brings luck lucky bitch battle,
Yes old tramp Passat.

Barrels in a circle and there is nothing
What can be lost then.
After all, the Cups are empty do not stand
So that even remember them!

Let the flask be trying to us twelve times,
Wave Yes Store Sailor!
Last Barcas is departed
Leaves from the heart of longing.

Our trail will drive on a green wave,
No one will wait.
After all, our past is not worth it
So that even remember it!
All the past is not worth it
So that even remember it!