Lyrics Александр Иванов - Хандра

Nobody hears me,
I sing alone in the void.
Guitar twilight shakes,
My dear does not write to me,
Do not write, do not write
In its simplicity.

        Perhaps, about our life
        Darling knows one thing -
        That the sea is a full cup
        And every night - a movie.

        How could she know, far,
        That there was a hole in the trawl
        And in the morning under a scream of screams
        The spleen crept into the ship.

The handrail hangs on the guys,
I grabbed the pen of the helm,
At the throat knits a bow
He wears the sweetest treble
About how beautiful
Motherland...

        He yearns for fish belly
        Wide fishing knife
        And the mail went, according to rumors,
        Alas, alas, you will not return.

        Only the cap all honors someone
        And from above cries: Do not drift!
        But he's exhausted, too,
        Ready to collapse into a drift.

And the fish, as the wind blew,
And the fish caught a cold trace ...
On the deck dance sharks,
Boredom bites cheeks -
No plan, no share,
There is no happiness in life ...

        Guitar in the cabin
        I will gather my old friends
        And in a smoke-and-steam cosiness
        We will treat the spleen.

        Strong unsweetened tea,
        Pipe with tobacco
        And until the morning endless
        Northern gossip.

        And in the morning a senility throat
        Everyone will sound: Avral!
        And trawl winch
        Pull out the full trawl.

        Towards him with a screech
        In the crack of steel reins
        Handra slides on slip
        And does not come up already ...