Александр Маршал и Вячеслав Быков - Мой дом
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The ocean is not sleeping at night
His hands pull to the stars,
As if he says to us -
"Return, will be late!"

Ahead - only fog,
And far go home,
Southern Cross - My Talisman,
Somewhere there is my shore ...

From the rain swollen eyes,
And from the wind shued hands
For feed - only thunderstorm,
From dates to separation

Captain old said
Somehow I am alone:
"If you do not believe the eyes,
To believe your heart! "

My home is where my dear waits!
My home, I miss it so much!
Hands .. Your hands warmed in the cold,
Between us - time and water ...

The first snow will fall to the morning,
All roads hiding ..
You will meet - I will come soon
Something you say, hugging! ..

Ships pier will find
And fall asleep to spring ..
All paths to the house are leading
And steps a little heard

My home is where my dear waits!
My house, I miss you so lacking!
Hands .. Your hands warmed in the cold,
Between us - time and water ...