Текст песни Без названия - Русский матрос

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The ear earring portrait of Che Guevara on a t-shirt,
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Last copy - the new film by John Woo.
This winter, he was back in Jamaica.
Trahan, fighting, drinking and smoking grass.
He knows a lot, he sees something,
And with him happier, lavandos for it - no question.
Chernopopka, do not worry, he will not hurt
And the offense will not give - it does not bitch, he was a Russian sailor!
 

And we live sesedstvu, we smoke in the stairwell,
Discussing politics, music, business and women.
And then all the same, all the same, but only in the gazebo
And each his own master and each slave himself.
And then we sing that "stretched the sea widely"
And then we are silent, and the waves are raging in the blood.
And when my friend the sailor would go away,
I will say in French: "I'll see you, brother C'est la vie!!"