Paroles et traduction Машина Времени - За тех, кто в море (Из к/ф "Душа")

За тех, кто в море (Из к/ф "Душа")

Ты помнишь, как все начиналось?
Всё 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 повезёт!
И если цель одна
И в радости, и в горе
То тот, кто не струсил и вёсел не бросил
Тот землю свою найдёт
Напрасно нас бурей пугали
Вам скажет любой моряк
Что бури бояться вам стоит едва ли
В сущности, буря - пустяк
В буре 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 повезёт!
И если цель одна
И в радости, и в горе
То тот, кто не струсил и вёсел не бросил
Тот землю свою найдёт
Я пью до дна
За тех, кто в море!
За тех, кого любит волна
За тех, кому повезёт!
И если цель одна
И в радости, и в горе
То тот, кто не струсил и вёсел не бросил
Тот землю свою найдёт
Тот землю свою найдёт
Тот землю свою найдёт

Behind the Sea (From "Soul")

Do you remember how it all began?
It was all new and again
As they built boats, and the boats were called
"Faith", "Hope", "Love"
How tightly they cut the ropes
And the earth moved into the distance
And the waves sang for us, and as a rule, every fifth
Was at the wheel
I drink it to the bottom
For those who are at sea!
For those who love the waves
For those who are lucky!
And if the goal is one
And in joy and in suffering
He who did not lose heart and did not throw the oars
He will find his homeland
In vain they frightened us with storms
Any sailor will tell you
That you should hardly be afraid of storms
In fact, a storm is a trifle
In a storm, hands only grow stronger
And the sail will help you move forward
It is much more difficult not to go crazy with boredom
And to withstand the complete calm
I drink it to the bottom
For those who are at sea!
For those who love the waves
For those who are lucky!
And if the goal is one
And in joy and in suffering
He who did not lose heart and did not throw the oars
He will find his homeland
I drink it to the bottom
For those who are at sea!
For those who love the waves
For those who are lucky!
And if the goal is one
And in joy and in suffering
He who did not lose heart and did not throw the oars
He will find his homeland
He will find his homeland
He will find his homeland