Моряк - Подними свои руки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is such a tradition in the sailor:

0.5 Barmatukhi and from the run you jump from the pier,

And you come out of the sea dry

Red sun and sea surf

And we are cute talk on the stones with you

Nice fatigue on the knees,

In front of our eyes, adultery, happiness, joy

what about you? marina. Great, and I'm Volodya, then until tomorrow. see you later.

Then in the bar, then to the lower bar, sit for a long time. Further to the beach for the guitar.

I wanted a star to fall somewhere nearby,

so that I will make three desires to myself

So that evil will bypass my house,

so that loved ones are with me for a long time,

So that people are equal, without cord, without terrorist attacks, without an unnecessary war.

So that he saw these people again, he drank champagne with the locals.

Everything happens in life, someone breaks, someone builds, someone misses loved ones.

And in the morning you will remember with trepidation yesterday's muddy. Where was it? Where did you wander? Who was hanging out all night?

And this is not important at all. And it is important to remain yourself. If you are dear to everyone, our friend is dear. We are not here for career growth. We are at sea. On vacation, everything is simple.

Raise your hands up, look into the sky

You are not alone, even if somewhere

Live now, don't live once

Life was not given to anyone twice!

Sometimes fate throws us into different channels,

whom by crooked, who is right with good feelings

That's why it is life so that there are ups and downs

One fell and did not rise, one on one with his fear remained.

zone. Shiza is all nearby.

Another serious for principles and ideas fought where they would call there and broke.

Bottom line: needle, debts, loans. Life has gone, exploits are forgotten.

Everyone thought that with the third everything would work out differently, a strong budget, their own cottage.

One day crossed out all the grandiose plans.

out of town. lake. Tarzanka. He landed in the wrong place.

Deep wounds, medicines, psychotropic drugs, empty eyes, cruel young childhood, simple Moscow.

Everything happens to everyone differently:

Someone hero saves people,

Someone on stage plays different roles,

Someone for sport shakes health.

Only here I heal the wounds

and how coffee I dissolve grief

I smell with happiness, sun and hookah

I come. I miss. Signature of the sea.

Raise your hands up, look into the sky

You are not alone, even if somewhere

Live now, don't live once

Life was not given to anyone twice!