Текст песни 4ехов - В нашем порту - люди с мешками на спинах в поту

In our port - people with bags
On the backs of sweating
The sun - not a friend, relatives here
Hurt me

Do you like it stronger,
What do you see less
I'm tired of the sunset
Where are you, my brother northern

Icebreakers hurry us
With a cargo of coca and stake
And we die of thirst
Then everyone will say

Old sailor
Stack of envelopes silk ribbon
Tie, and lie one
Memories and old age - all that's left

In our port - seagulls fly fished bread
And I looked at the flags, gulping from a jar
Not daring to stir, so tenderly getting drunk
I can not, I fail, I fell and stay with her

Sorei, sorei de taxo

Sorei, sorei de taxo

Sorei, sorei de taxo