Текст песни Стена - Корабль

Ship

Text: B.Anamba
Music: O.Nosonov

The trumpeter had thin fingers ...
Long, thin fingers.
He heard great how to play,
And completely did not hear the requests to stay.
A little island, a little contempt,
And semi-coulting like a chinese buddha,
And now your heart is confused,
And you hate the heirs of Miles ...

CHORUS:
And the ship sails,
Over the horizon, the port dissolves
Day silent, night disappear
Music continues ...

He remembered the three main classes ...
Three main sacred classes:
Study by the sea, pray for the world,
Establish tender someone's dress ...
But women are the first to say
And children's fears are worse than curses,
And these two stubbornly silent,
Exhausted from thirst for hugs ....

CHORUS.

Once the ship sails,
When no one wants, he suddenly sail ...
She will not touch him, no,
He will not disseminate her dresses.
But an angel born from her views
And his notes,
Will come down with them, passes nearby
And their lives will turn them !!! ...