Текст песни Под гитару - Моряк умрет, хоронят не в гробу

Sailor dies buried not in a coffin
The core to the legs and over the side in a white shroud
And he sees through a telescope
The distant lights of the familiar harbor
And he sees through a telescope
The distant lights of the familiar harbor

They look at the bottom of the track of the ship
Not sighted eyes the tears pour in anguish
And just remember about the home and family
A body attributed to the board on the board

The marine latitudes per meter
Not just is not less than a thousand timbers
Curse of the sea in the distance blowin in the wind
And the only reward for the death of fear