Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Моим друзьям

When I stumble on the verses,
When neither to the size or to the rhymes -
Then friends sing about sailors
Before white fingers clutching the neck.

All my affairs on land contrary to
And to spite my care on the ground
You take me to the sea, the sailors -
I watch all the dregs on the ship!

Any creature in the sea Know floats,
Under the screw does not get everyone strives -
And here, on the land, a pedestrian counter
There will, alienate - and he will flee.

So all my cases on land contrary,
As luck would have it my care on the ground
You take me to the sea, the sailors -
I watch all the dregs on the ship!

It is well known to you - the world is not on three pillars,
And we know - it is not for three.
You can not take liberties in foreign ports -
I forgot how to take liberties in their.

So all my cases on land contrary,
As luck would have it my care on the ground
You send me a boat, sailors,
Bring a glass of vodka on a paddle!