Текст песни Green Crow - Я не буду больше пить

Lyrics: Sergey Kuzmin

I worked as a sailor
In the old ship.
On deck she wandered barefoot
A little tipsy.
Sinning in this business,
But dear God forgive:
Irish dark ale
We treated the boatswain.

And when on duty
In his hand he was clutching the steering wheel,
With me cruel joke
Irish ale played.
We crashed on the rocks,
I woke up in the water.
In the hands of a piece of the wheel
And the chips in his beard.

I will not drink any more.
No, I will not.
I will not drink any more.
No, I will not.
In order not to offend God,
Be strong and healthy,
Also promised to deliver
All dishes.

Not close to the shore.
I was swimming, I could.
It hung like a sausage,
By the will of a higher power.
Would fall in the gras
Damn dark ale! ..
Would wait right now jane
And a warm bed! ..

I rowed without seeing land,
But the angels rescued
One sick soul
Strip of land.
Salvation - not a miracle.
Saviour at anything.
El will not drink any more.
El will not drink any more.
El will not drink any more.
Well, except the rum!

I will not drink any more.
No, I will not.
I will not drink any more.
No, I will not.
In order not to offend God,
Be strong and healthy,
Also promised to deliver
All dishes.