In an old album from my grandfather
There is a picture, a miracle:
flowing in waves among the flock mewek
ship for a couple of hundred years ago.
The crowd of seamen aboard adorned him,
the sun shines beautifully at the top,
a good photographer is a photo taken,
everything as live until the CNI.

Steamboat cruise on the beautiful,
boat for a couple of nice cruise,
the accompaniment of curses the boatswain,
loud screams from morning until
so melodious soul weeps.
Bathing costume insert
and on board the body of deposits,
because here the machine noise,
because the girl's voice here
Screw the game, so wonderful.

My grandfather was a boatswain on the ship,
among sailors ever aroused fear,
he shouted, shaking up on the banks of flowers,
the whole crew was in tears.
But when Grandpa lit a pipe,
He began to spit tobacco heat,
grandfather hummed something, tobacco is smoked,
dreamed he would ever be able to continue.

Steamboat cruise on the beautiful,
boat for a couple of nice cruise,
the accompaniment of curses the boatswain,
loud screams from morning until
so melodious soul weeps.
Bathing costume insert
and on board the body of deposits,
because here the machine noise,
because here the voices of girls
Screw the game, so wonderful.

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