Translation of the song lyrics За тех, кто в море - Город 312

За тех, кто в море (original)

Ты помнишь, как всё 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 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, 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 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.
Землю свою найдёт...

(translation)

Do you remember how it all started.
Everything was for the first time and again.
How the boats were built, and the boats were called
Faith Hope Love.
How together they cut the ropes,
And the land went away.
And the waves sang to us, and every fifth,
As a rule, he was at the helm.
I drink to the bottom
For those in the sea
For those who love the wave
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is one
Both in joy and in sorrow,
The one who didn't get scared
And did not throw the oars
He will find his land.
In vain did the storms frighten us.
Any sailor will tell you
That you should hardly be afraid of the storm,
In essence, the storm is a trifle.
In a storm, only stronger hands
And the sail will help, and the keel.
Much harder not to go crazy with boredom
And withstand complete calm.
I drink to the bottom
For those in the sea
For those who love the wave
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is one
Both in joy and in sorrow,
The one who didn't get scared
And did not throw the oars
He will find his land.
I drink to the bottom
For those in the sea
For those who love the wave
For those who are lucky.
And if the goal is one
Both in joy and in sorrow,
The one who didn't get scared
And did not throw the oars
He will find his land.
Find your land...