Текст песни Игорь Белый - На подводной лодочке

On the submarine boat
Our Brook
We used to vodka
Divorced in tea.
After hastily put
Chess landscape
And for Monya Lasker
We drink brotherhood.
        Someone shouts, Rook was
        Someone shouts tour.
        We play the game to the devil -
        And it is time to emerge.

On the submarine boat
Our Brook
Wanted herring -
They brought in the nets.
Children somewhere Fenichka
Braids in a ponytail -
We are for Spock Benechku
Raise a toast.
        Our little brook -
        All the same body of water.
        That put bainki,
        And then surfacing.

On the submarine boat
We are from here to here,
Only in gait
Know Your.
Albeit in the form of a roller
There is a world -
For Einstein Alik
Pour alcohol.
        Everything is relative,
        Though stake teshi:
        The body after media, but
        Only if the soul?

Not enough, believe me,
Time for a walk,
No lying in the grass, nor
More than float.
We do not expect a fanfare,
Do not sing in the window.
That's become old
And dead men at the bottom.
        And not enough vodka
        Dilute seagull
        On the submarine boat
        In our brook.