Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - В старой посудине

In the old boat, alone
 The sea drives us
 Wind
 Bell
 Beats ringing
 Tears we do not see
 We do not feel pain
 We see only the glitter
 Our old epaulettes
 
 We expect
 Wandering through the world
 Homeland somewhere
 Parents' House
 In the meantime,
 We do not have forgiveness
 There is only a brilliance
 Our old epaulettes
 
 The sky is sad
 We rain
 escorts
 I do not forget
 As I left Moscow
 As I then
 Silently tears swallowing
 His horse
 He gave orderly
 
 So be it
 If God wills
 And in the holy
 Promenade des Anglais
 Russian know
 As obedient lackey
 And someone else says,
 Language
 
 I do not say goodbye
 Russia is with you
 I believe someday
 Yet I come back
 In the meantime,
 If you can
 Forgive us
 I for you
 Infinitely pray
 
 In the old boat, alone
 The sea drives us
 Wind
 Bell
 Beats ringing
 Tears we do not see
 We do not feel pain
 We see only the glitter
 Our old epaulettes