За тех, кто в море [Za tekh, kto v more] [English translation]

Dawn of the shipbuilding era.

No nautical science in scope.

Craftsmen would bless their boats off the pier

Named Faith, Love, or Hope.

Cutting the ropes to waves’ singing

Used to be every crew’s deal.

Each one out of five at the sight of land dwindling

Ruled in to take the wheel.

So bottoms up

To those out sailing,

Embraced and loved by the wave,

And holding luck in their hand,

And sharing common cup

In times of joy or ailing.

Who stick to the paddles

Undaunted by perils

Will find their dreamed-of land.

Storm is a glitch, nothing further.

According to every crew,

It’s just a snag for the sea dog to weather,

Laugh at and tell to screw.

Elements forge arms stronger,

The sail and the keel behind.

Drag of the dead calm posing no longer

A challenge to state of mind.

So bottoms up

To those out sailing,

Embraced and loved by the wave,

And holding luck in their hand,

And sharing common cup

In times of joy or ailing.

Who stick to the paddles

Undaunted by perils

Will find their dreamed-of land.

Bound for their dreamed-of land,

Bound for their dreamed-of land.