Текст песни Капитан Ден - Три мили до причала

Bristling galfind fresh sails
And strive to put the crest of a lag,
Three miles wet - terrible half hour -
Above the black abyss, under the Russian flag.

"Perhaps," the brave - a good five meters,
Stretched over bones tight skin,
Meanwhile, on the docks, in my life to understand
Like driving in a way ebullient nature.

How outrageous mind boils,
As stoskovalis hands on the wheel,
As wave after wave of hissing in the ears,
How to drink for those who are in the sea, not a little drink!

Longing to draw water in the shoulder,
Because once again delivered: in XO,
Print luck on his forehead:
Not missed the boom with its pediment

Chorus:

And under the brow stare two eyes,
Are pressed against the ears, beard scraps,
Let not allow divers to work,
Let yourself get to the pier!