Текст песни Машина Времени - За тех, кто в море

Do you remember how it all began ,
It was the first time and again ,
How to build boats and boats were called
& quot; Faith & quot ;, & quot; Hope & quot ;, & quot; Love & quot ;.
How to cut the ropes together
As far left the earth ,
And the waves we sang,
And one in five ,
As a rule, was at the helm .

I drink to the dregs
For those who are at sea.
For those who likes to wave,
For those who are lucky .
And if the goal is
And in joy and in sorrow ,
That one who is not a coward
And oars not quit ,
He finds his own land .

In vain we storm frightened ,
Will tell you any sailor,
What's to be afraid of storms
You should hardly ,
In fact , the storm - a trifle .
In a storm stronger hand ,
And will sail and keel.
much more difficult
Do not go mad with boredom
And stand calm.

I drink to the dregs
For those who are at sea.
For those who likes to wave,
For those who are lucky .
And if the goal is
And in joy and in sorrow ,
That one who is not a coward
And oars not quit ,
He finds his own land .

I drink to the dregs
For those who are at sea.
For those who likes to wave,
For those who are lucky .
And if the goal is
And in joy and in sorrow ,
That one who is not a coward
And oars not quit ,
He finds his own land .
He finds his own land .
He finds his own land .