Текст песни Кирилл Ривель - Старинная матросская песня

North and South
We're aiming ships
To the west and east.
Constellations of embers
God scattered across the sky.

So that in the middle
Desert waters
We were able to align the course.
To the reef fangs
Didn't grab the board
The ships came home.

And if all the troubles
Pass us -
We won't take a glass for three days!
But everyone will give half a sovereign,
Returning home,
To the Temple.

God forbid, the skipper is kind
So that the boatswain was not a dragon!
And so that no one ends the flight
With a core sewn into the legs.

And if the Flying Dutchman flashes
A ghost in a night storm -
Show us Your mercy, Lord!
Cover with Thy right hand!

Still you, Lord, do so,
So that never on the way
Don't meet the black pirate flag
Get away from storms and storms!

And if all troubles pass us
And pass by -
Each will give half a sovereign,
Returning to the Holy Temple ...

All of us, returning home from the seas,
We will exalt Your praise!
Nine wax candles each
Let us light it before your face!