Текст песни Витольд Петровский - По волнам семи морей

Day by day, faster and faster,
Day by day, the tears downpour
And remember, was a happy, flying scraps of days
Everything is faster, fly faster.

And extend the winter and vёsny
As in the storm departed ships
On the waves of the seven seas, to the shores of days gone by
Everything is faster, fly faster.

Chorus:
As we burned in the fire, as in the way we lost
Do not respond when we are cool, tired.
And now to the beach to put at least a hand
Where relatives were notes we have only flour.
They are songs that are not sung in memory of our winds
Where the music brings back everything faster and faster well.

Before blood broken strings,
The stars and moon were mixed
Persons disappear in neon nights
Everything is faster, everything is faster.

And extend the winter and spring
Woven memory in warm light
You hide me and Heating,
But these days are flying scraps
Everything is faster, fly faster.

Chorus:
As we burned in the fire, as in the way we lost
Do not respond when we are cool, tired.
And now to the beach to put at least a hand
Where relatives were notes we have only flour.
They are songs that are not sung in memory of our winds
Where the music brings back all the quicker.
They are songs that are not sung in memory of our winds
Where the music brings back all the quicker.