Текст песни Стас Коноплянников - Экипажу

We are all in this life, for some reason born
And each is given his own way
Both joy and misfortune are destined for fate
And we all ask God for help
Someone on Earth measures a hundred years
But he won’t achieve anything
And someone like a star will leave a bright mark
And at twenty-five will return to heaven

It's hard for us to lose loved ones and relatives
Doubly when they leave young
We will not meet already, but to gray hair
Soul and heart will be next to them
Many will have a tear on their cheek
Who could accept the grief of others
And someone will only look away at the question
He will answer dryly: "This is the sea."

We are all in this life, for some reason born
And each is given his own way
Both joy and misfortune are destined for fate
And we all ask God for help
I do not always know, not everyone is given
Walk through life firmly narrow path
Saving others from the misfortune go to the bottom
How did the crew of the submarine Kursk