Текст песни Андрей Козловский - Белый корабль

This is our fate, this is a white ship,
Where to go from Russia to Russia.
And, while our hands are stronger than yesterday,
We are in the distant port of half an hour - and "Mercy!"

Sea Northern - Ice, Sea South - Heat,
Sea Western - fabulously sweet blue,
And while our hands are stronger than yesterday,
We are in someone else's kabaska half an hour and "mercy".

What is calling and avoiding us? Only wind
Only foam salted long nights,
And while our hands are stronger than yesterday,
We will go back where the wave is hot.

And let the months do not touch the ladder,
And lost the connection between light and darkness,
Know: While our hands are stronger than yesterday,
Whatever there, we come home.