Текст и перевод песни Машина Времени, Андрей Макаревич & Александр Кутиков - За тех, кто в море

За тех, кто в море

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.

For Those Who Are at Sea

Do you remember how it all began,
Everything was for the first time and again.
How we built the boats, and the boats were called,
Faith, Hope, Love.
How we cut the ropes together,
And the ground went away into the distance.
And the waves sang to us, and every fifth,
As a rule, was at the helm.
I drink to the bottom,
For those who are at sea,
For those who love the wave,
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is one,
In both joy and sorrow,
Then he who did not fear
And did not abandon his cheer,
He will find his land.
In vain did the storms frighten us.
Any sailor will tell you,
That you should hardly be afraid of storms,
In essence, a storm is a trifle.
In a storm, your hands are only stronger,
And the sail will help you go.
It is much more difficult not to go crazy with boredom
And to withstand a complete calm.
I drink to the bottom,
For those who are at sea,
For those who love the wave,
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is one,
In both joy and sorrow,
Then he who did not fear
And did not abandon his cheer,
He will find his land.
I drink to the bottom,
For those who are at sea,
For those who love the wave,
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is one,
In both joy and sorrow,
Then he who did not fear
And did not abandon his cheer,
He will find his land.
He will find his land,
He will find his land.