Текст песни Капитан Ден - Три мили до причала

Bristled galfind fresh sails
And tries to substitute the crest of a lag,
Three miles wet - terrible for half an hour -
Above the black abyss, under the Russian flag.
"Perhaps," the brave - good five meters,
Stretched over bones tight skin,
Meanwhile, on the docks, in life not understand
As driving in a way vigorous nature.
How outrageous mind boils,
As stoskovalis hands on the wheel,
As wave after wave of hissing in the ears,
How to drink for those who are in the sea, do not drink enough!
Draw water to the anguish in his shoulder,
Because once again delivered: in the XO,
Print luck on his forehead:
Not missed the boom with its pediment
Chorus:
And under the brow stare two eyes,
Are pressed against the ears, beard scraps,
Let not allow divers to work,
Let yourself get to the pier!