За тех, кто в море - Машина времени, Воскресение

Ты помнишь, как все начиналось.

Все было впервые и вновь.

Как строили лодки, и лодки звались

«Вера», «Надежда», «Любовь».

Как дружно рубили канаты,

И вдаль уходила земля.

И волны нам пели, и каждый пятый,

Как правило, был у руля.

Я пью до дна

За тех, кто в море,

За тех, кого любит волна,

За тех, кому повезет.

И если цель одна

И в радости, и в горе,

То тот, кто не струсил

И весел не бросил,

Тот землю свою найдет.

Напрасно нас бури пугали.

Вам скажет любой моряк,

Что бури бояться вам стоит едва ли,

В сущности, буря — пустяк.

В бури лишь крепче руки,

И парус поможет идти.

Гораздо трудней не свихнуться со скуки

И выдержать полный штиль.

Я пью до дна

За тех, кто в море,

За тех, кого любит волна,

За тех, кому повезет.

И если цель одна

И в радости, и в горе,

То тот, кто не струсил

И весел не бросил,

Тот землю свою найдет.

Я пью до дна

За тех, кто в море,

За тех, кого любит волна,

За тех, кому повезет.

И если цель одна

И в радости, и в горе,

То тот, кто не струсил

И весел не бросил,

Тот землю свою найдет.

Землю свою найдет,

Землю свою найдет.

Do you remember how it all started.

Everything was for the first time and again.

How the boats were built and the boats were called

"Faith Hope Love".

How together they cut the ropes,

And the earth went away.

And the waves sang to us, and every fifth,

As a rule, he was at the helm.

I drink to the bottom

For those who are in the sea

For those who love the wave

For those who are lucky.

And if the goal is one

Both in joy and in sorrow,

The one who didn't get scared

And I did not give up the oars,

He will find his land.

In vain did the storms frighten us.

Any sailor will tell you

That you should hardly be afraid of the storm,

In essence, the storm is nothing.

In a storm, only stronger hands

And the sail will help you go.

It's much harder not to go crazy with boredom

And withstand complete calm.

I drink to the bottom

For those who are in the sea

For those who love the wave

For those who are lucky.

And if the goal is one

Both in joy and in sorrow,

The one who didn't get scared

And I did not give up the oars,

He will find his land.

I drink to the bottom

For those who are in the sea

For those who love the wave

For those who are lucky.

And if the goal is one

Both in joy and in sorrow,

The one who didn't get scared

And I did not give up the oars,

He will find his land.

He will find his land

He will find his land.