Текст песни Виктор Берковский - Прекрасная волна

Great wave! Dm
Lovely strong wind! A7
A7 / + 5 A7
How do you look out of your sleep, Gm
I didn't seem to drink. Dm
He'd have doors with hinges Gm Dm
Yes roof rafters! E7 A7 Dm

And in the cockpit comfort
There is a spirit of terry and sweat,
The hunky people sleep there,
While the bell is silent.
Pour me some compote
Ivan Nikitich, cook.

Ivan Nikitich, cook,
Was a chef in a restaurant
And now our brother
And he cooks compote for us.
Go decide ahead of time
Where fate will dig!

What is fate to you?
There would be rage in my veins
Yes, there is a hut on the ground,
Yes, a flounder in a kutz,
Yes old age pension,
Yes, the brass at the end.

Fate will throw us up
And we will spread it with our mind.
Fate will throw us down
And we'll throw the trawl.
Our business is as follows:
Now bunks, then rush.

A wonderful life
Swing and swing!
Great drink-
Compotez boiling water!
Great bosses!
Great cook-cook!