Текст песни Алексей Копкин - Пьяные матросы

Gathered to swim in the sea
In a small, small barrel
Two very drunken sailor
On duty, from the water tower
They climbed into the container
From the shore pushed
And the wind carried them
The sailors from the pitching nipped

We woke up, and the storm rages
And the waves are so big
The sailors of the soul does not smell
And the coast is not in sight
The rain is getting stronger and stronger
And the waves steeper and steeper
Sailors completely soaked
And the smell of stinking barrels

Under the fierce wind mighty
Rose big wave
Enough swung the barrel
To break the string of life
Killed two drunken sailor
In the fierce depths of the sea
They were good guys
So let us drink for their repose