Текст песни Александр Ф. Скляр - Кто спит на вахте у руля

G
Who sleeps on duty at the helm,
              Em
Not opening his eyes?
G
Sullen splash studdingsail,
             Hm
Bobs compass
C
And waiting asleep land
    D
Guests fun - us.

Wilt sleepy hand
Silent, froze the wheel,
And the night - the threat of a sailor -
Tait ominous squall
He rushes to us from afar,
I boil - and the darkness disappeared.

Deeps is full of horror,
And we look forward,
There, where the sultry country
Pretty flowers.
Do not sleep, sailor! A glass of wine,
And in the hands of - wet sheet!

                  G
   We harbor a choral song
       C D
   Vorvemsya as enemies,
            G
   As drum - on the pavement,
      C D
   Funny steps!
                Em
   Wake up, sullen steering,
       A D
   Dark, Circle - any DIG!

Who sleeps on duty at the helm,
Not opening his eyes?
Sullen splash studdingsail,
Bobs compass
And waiting asleep land
Guests fun - us.

Merry us ...