Текст песни Вадим Фомин - за удачу

We were the words , but there is no more their values
empty berth ... silent harbor cranes
for good luck ! .. decayed maps of ocean currents
sleep with a glass in hand tired captain

Captains do not dream of salty wind
well, leave them , and the ships will lead ourselves
for good luck ! she devil , in this world
He loves to wander between the sea and the skies

we take in the fate of everything that so wish
and you do not let the wise is not eternal and omnipotent
for good luck ! it is only with those who are eager to target
And it shall be seven feet of pure water under the keel