Текст песни Песни нашего века ч. 1 - Перекаты

All rifts, but rifts
Send them to.
There’s no map to this place
Sail forward along the outline.

And somewhere, women live in the world,
Friends are sitting at the vodka
Owns a sail, owns a wind
My holey boat.

I’ll go out to the greater water today
The next morning, the summer will end.
And I’m not going to serve
I don’t want to die.

And if there is, there is someone with you
I won’t begin to suffer for a long time,
I love you before the turn
And then how to get it.

All rifts, but rifts
Send them to.
For these places, there’s no map,
Sail forward along the outline.