За тех кто в море - Billy's Band перевод на английский

За тех кто в море

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.

For Those at Sea

I remember how it all began,
Everything was new and fresh once more.
How boats were built, and the boats were called
Faith, Hope, and Love, ashore.
How we chopped the ropes in unison,
And the land sailed away afar.
And the waves sang to us, and every fifth man,
Was basically at the helm, like a star.
I drink to the bottom,
For those who are at sea,
For those whom the waves love,
For those who will be lucky, you see.
And if the goal is one,
In joy, and in sorrow's sway,
For those who didn't flinch
And didn't abandon their oars,
They will find their land, come what may.
The storms scared us in vain,
Any sailor will tell you this,
That you should hardly fear the storms,
And basically, a storm is just a hiss.
In storms, hands become stronger,
And the sail and keel will aid.
It's much harder not to go crazy with boredom
And endure a complete calm, unafraid.
I drink to the bottom,
For those who are at sea,
For those whom the waves love,
For those who will be lucky, you see.
And if the goal is one,
In joy, and in sorrow's sway,
For those who didn't flinch
And didn't abandon their oars,
They will find their land, come what may.
I drink to the bottom,
For those who are at sea,
For those whom the waves love,
For those who will be lucky, you see.
And if the goal is one,
In joy, and in sorrow's sway,
For those who didn't flinch
And didn't abandon their oars,
They will find their land, come what may.