Моряк [Moryak] [English translation]

Feduk one love.

I would smoke a pipe ...

I would smoke a pipe, if I were a sailor

Thousands of winds blow my sail

A new chilly morning is waiting for us outside the window.

Voice is not awake yet, I look around

I touch your warm skin, here it’s just you and I.

We think back to how fell asleep and we make it all again.

It’s a warm evening, live sax.

Wine and chechil cheese, back rows at the cinema

Nothing is forever, nothing.

But with you, I'm ready to fly day by day

In the warm evening on MDMA

I would smoke a pipe, if I were a sailor

Thousands of winds blow my sail

I would smoke a pipe, if I were a sailor

Thousands of winds blow my sail

Warm evening, wine and chechil cheese

Warm evening.