Billy's Band — За тех, кто в море song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "За тех, кто в море" by Billy's Band.
Lyrics
Я помню, как все начиналось.
Все было впервые и вновь.
Как строились лодки, и лодки звались
Вера, Надежда, Любовь.
Как дружно рубили канаты,
И вдаль уплывала земля.
И волны нам пели, и каждый пятый,
В принципе, 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,
За тех, 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,
И в приципе, буря — пустяк.
В бури лишь крепче руки,
И парус поможет и киль.
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,
За тех, 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,
За тех, кто не струсил
И весел не бросил,
Тот землю свою найдет.
Lyrics translation
I remember how it all started.
It was the first time and again.
How the boats were built, and the boats were called
Faith, Hope, Love.
How the ropes were cut together,
And the land floated away.
And the waves sang to us, and every fifth,
Basically, I was at the helm.
I drink to the bottom
For those who are at sea,
For those whom the wave loves,
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is the same
For better or for worse,
For those who didn't get cold feet
And he didn't throw up his oars,
He will find his land.
We were afraid of storms in vain.
Any sailor will tell you,
That you should hardly be afraid of a storm,
And in principle, the storm is nothing.
In the storm only stronger hands,
Both the sail and the keel will help.
It's much harder not to get bored
And withstand a complete calm.
I drink to the bottom
For those who are at sea,
For those whom the wave loves,
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is the same
For better or for worse,
For those who didn't get cold feet
And he didn't throw up his oars,
He will find his land.
I drink to the bottom
For those who are at sea,
For those whom the wave loves,
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is the same
For better or for worse,
For those who didn't get cold feet
And he didn't throw up his oars,
He will find his land.