Текст песни Владимир Грачев - В старой таверне

In the old tavern at the beach,
Where the sail inflates Passat,
Blue waves and scarlet sunsets,
Guitar strings sound softly.
Mugs knocking on unpainted boards,
Front smeared red wine.
Soon daybreak strip
On the horizon, beyond the narrow window.

Eternal journey, distant lands,
Women of different colors and leathers ...
In the old tavern - sea mist
All mixed up here - and the truth and a lie.
Who and where sea tramp
It brought together under high star?
On belts - yes guns swords,
In an old tavern, above the water.

In the old tavern - here it's different,
Friendship - so friendship, enmity - as feud.
Song flies across the expanses of the Sea!
Happy now - what then? Nonsense.
But, still, there is always, as before,
How many had not flowed with wine, silver -
The memory of the Faith, Love and Hope
In an old tavern, with a narrow window.