Текст песни Wallace Band - Боцман

Boatswain

Every boatswain has a moment
When sick of decks and flags
And the cap raises a cry for no reason,
And boring in funny tavern fights

The sailors rebel even on the shore
Rats steal a barrel of rum
Coca's stew burns
And then the boatswain leaves the house.

He exchanges his tunic for a dumb jacket,
He himself day-sleeps in a stuffy office.
He works like a donkey as an accountant,
So as not to remember the fucking sea.

Leaves into caves, with a candle in the dark
Mumbles prayers forgotten from childhood
Verigami clatters, sleeps on stones
So as not to remember the fierce battles

But no, no, and a sharp comeback will overtake:
A frigate torn apart by the sea
And time in battle slows down
And licks the fire from the brandskugels of the tackle.

And the boatswain wakes up in a cold sweat
And will change the current place of work
For the fourth or fifth time of the year.
He frantically seeks freedom.

He can become a janitor, a trite astronaut,
Lecturer at the University.
Oh, how many boatswains are restless
Roaming this planet?

When he becomes completely unbearable,
The glare of the Himalayan sun will go out
On the bald head of the boatswain's in Kathmandu,
The crisis will pass, and the boatswain will return.

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