Текст песни Олег Газманов - Семь футов под килем

Seven Yards!
Tailwind
Shtormyaschie miles
rope string

Who created from clay ,
And some of the foam ,
We got into the veins
sea ​​wave

On the deck of the wind ,
Nord- Ost born ,
go to stem
In the wave ahead

Ship - my skeleton ,
Frames - ribs,
Compass - my heart
A bunk room - my house

Chorus:
The house where one of my friends - my friend,
The house where the brother of my friends - my brother,
The house where the enemy of my friends - my enemy,
The house where my circle of friends - My Circle

Let burst blisters ,
end power
Away from loved ones,
On the crest of a wave

We will meet with the storm ,
And tremble element,
Coalescing on his knees
And stone wall


Seven Yards!
tailwind
Everyone who hears me ,
raise a glass

On the third toast
For those who are on the march ,
Who breathes storms
And holding the steering wheel