Текст песни Кризис - Гимн мореходки

Having drunk vodka somehow,
God made the sailor
Adam was her first cadet.
He did nothing, courted Eve,
And God deprived him of his scholarship.

From Eve and Adam
Come on cadets, boors,
The same cheerful people
What a sailor loves, changes everything to vodka
And on Saturdays he often drinks bitterly.

Now from the north, now from the south
Bring the winds of a friend
Now the mast, then the pipe will flash in the port.
And now the cadets-sailors descend ashore,
And in an hour they are already in alcohol.

So let's drink, dashing ones,
For retired personnel,
When, and where, and how much - it doesn't matter!
For those who wear uniforms
Doesn't ask for a shoulder strap
And tomorrow, maybe, it will go to the bottom.