Машина Времени - За тех,кто в море
Ты помнишь, как все начиналось.
Все было впервые и вновь.
Как строили лодки, и лодки звались
"Вера", "Надежда", "Любовь".
Как дружно рубили канаты,
И вдаль уходила земля.
И волны нам пели, и каждый пятый,
Как правило, был у руля.
Я пью до дна
За тех, кто в море,
За тех, кого любит волна,
За тех, кому повезет.
И если цель одна
И в радости, и в горе,
То тот, кто не струсил
И весел не бросил,
Тот землю свою найдет.
Напрасно нас бури пугали.
Вам скажет любой моряк,
Что бури бояться вам стоит едва ли,
В сущности, буря - пустяк.
В бури лишь крепче руки,
И парус поможет идти.
Гораздо трудней не свихнуться со скуки
И выдержать полный штиль.
Я пью до дна
За тех, кто в море,
За тех, кого любит волна,
За тех, кому повезет.
И если цель одна
И в радости, и в горе,
То тот, кто не струсил
И весел не бросил,
Тот землю свою найдет.
Я пью до дна
За тех, кто в море,
За тех, кого любит волна,
За тех, кому повезет.
И если цель одна
И в радости, и в горе,
То тот, кто не струсил
И весел не бросил,
Тот землю свою найдет.
Землю свою найдет,
Землю свою найдет.
Time Machine - For those at sea
Do you remember how it all began.
Everything was for the first time and again.
How boats were built and boats were called
"Faith Hope Love".
How amicably chopped ropes
And the earth went into the distance.
And the waves sang to us, and every fifth,
As a rule, he was at the helm.
I drink to the bottom
For those at sea
For those whom the wave loves
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is one
And in joy and in sorrow
That one who is not chickened
And he didn’t throw the oars,
He will find his land.
In vain the storms scared us.
Any sailor will tell you
That you should hardly be afraid of storms
In essence, a storm is nothing.
In the storm only stronger hands
And the sail will help to go.
Much harder not to go crazy with boredom
And withstand the calm.
I drink to the bottom
For those at sea
For those whom the wave loves
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is one
And in joy and in sorrow
That one who is not chickened
And he didn’t throw the oars,
He will find his land.
I drink to the bottom
For those at sea
For those whom the wave loves
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is one
And in joy and in sorrow
That one who is not chickened
And he didn’t throw the oars,
He will find his land.
He will find his land
He will find his land.
