Текст песни Андрей Розанов - Сентиментальный пират

Even if I'm soaring in the bath
It's sad without salty water.
Just a careless stork
In a thicket of seaweed
Threw the crumb and ran away
Build other nests ...
I got to the shore
But, apparently, it was too late!

In the spring puddles with sails
I was amused to my toes.
Children sang, painted
Comprehended the secrets of violins!
Mom is tired to gray hair
Accept streams of complaints.
I am the reliability of all berths
Traded for the fragility of the decks.

And went to the family on the mountain:
Either estuaries, or skerries,
And in the open blue sea
I nailed to filibusters.
Spun, spun,
Either the Gulf Streams or the Bosphorus.
Boarding is a holy cause
Yes, under the glass conversations.

What is friendship, what unfriendliness -
I cut down a hundred while playing.
And I decided: I really need it.
And bought my Scarlet Sail.
It turned out - not in vain:
Assol fell on my chest,
And the marryage is heart-red
Venchan was the ninth wave.

This shaft me to the shore,
Not to the tavern, but to the house ..!
Without freedom and without money ...
I thought, "This is too much !!!"
Then the waves became more trenchant,
And friends returned too.
Curls, flutters and flutters
My Good Roger is in the winds!