Текст песни Девятый район - Морская

Our boat from the pier
And a wave of his swings.
Old sail his way,
We are with you need to rest.

Vodka enough cigarettes
Enough of us for a thousand years.
For the buoys do not swim!
We just did not care for it.

Night came, the moon blinks.
Someone quietly asleep.
Cradle of neutral waters
Abroad will take.

For the first time I became a captain,
For the first time I became a drunk, drunk.
I do not know the words of the sea,
I know a lot of other words.

The way I pointed star,
girlfriend suddenly seasick.
Ahead is not visible light,
And there is no turning back.

You and I will open the mystery
Beach and the first random
And where we got
At the request of the waves.