Ты помнишь как все начиналось
Все было впервые и вновь
Как строили лодки и лодки звались
Вера, надежда, любовь.
Как дружно рубили канаты
И в даль 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
И тот кто не струсил и весел не бросил
Тот землю свою найдет
Напрасно нас бури пугали
Вам скажет любой моряк
Чтоб бури бояться вам стоит едва ли
В сущности лишь буря пустяк,
И бурю по крепче в руки
И парус поможет реки
Гораздно 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
И 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
И тот кто не струсил и весел не бросил
Тот землю свою найдет
Тот землю свою найдет...
Тот землю свою найдет...
Do you remember how it all began
Everything was 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 was at the helm.
I drink to the bottom for those who are at sea
For those who love the wave
For those who are lucky
And if the goal is one,
And in joy and in grief
And the one who did not bite and did not leave the cheerful
He will find his land
In vain we scared us storms
Any sailor will tell you
So that you should be afraid of the storm
In essence, only a storm is a trifle,
And the storm is stronger in hand
And the sail will help the river
It’s much harder not to go crazy from boredom
And withstand full
I drink to the bottom for those who are at sea
For those who love the wave
For those who are lucky
And if the goal is one,
And in joy and in grief
And the one who did not bite and did not leave the cheerful
He will find his land
I drink to the bottom for those who are at sea
For those who love the wave
For those who are lucky
And if the goal is one,
And in joy and in grief
And the one who did not bite and did not leave the cheerful
He will find his land
He will find his land ...
He will find his land ...
