Текст песни VECORDIA - Капитан

His wrinkles are river beds
tears flowing from under the eyelids
He sits on the shore
And everything looks into the sea
The ship has been waiting for half a century
The one that gripped the seas
The one that could not stand the fire
The one that is the grave of the sailors

Chorus:
From dawn to dusk, from dusk to dawn
Pictures of battle rise before his eyes
For the fact that he survived then he has no forgiveness
Taking up the steering wheel again, he goes to the call of the surf

The old man sits and smokes a pipe
Autumn wind blows from the sea
Drinks cheap rum for half a century
So that on damp sand later
Fall asleep, forget yourself for at least an hour
Coming to my senses again
Hear the surf sing
about the dead, calling with you

Dead calm reigns on the sea
Only a rusty keel cuts the water
Sailors from the bottom emerge
And the teams are waiting
There is a ship at sunset
Neither Heaven nor Hell Ahead
One endless battle
The one that has long been their fate.