Текст песни Вера Серавкина - Песня о пользе пофигизма

My ship stands on the melels
My ship is not waiting for a passing wind,
He stands and dreams like all ships,
Twist the ocean and see away
The edge of some distant land.

I am a sailor. Well, what of me the captain?!
I am a mile vest, than a smooth twitch.
I have not seen God with them, many countries:
I am a mile of their secrets
My cozy ship
My pofigism abode.

And I do not want to repair,
Team
Get up the steering wheel ...
Instead of the mast pine, instead of the sail umbrella,
Instead of the side of the chaise lounge, instead of the deck I -
That's all the composite of my ship.

I do not hurry, I do not hurry, I'm sitting myself and sit ...
I do not hurry, I do not hurry, I'm sitting myself,
on the beach…