Алексей Штраух - Болен рыбалкой
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Sick with fishing

Today something is wrong with me
I don't understand what I want
Apparently the heart quarreled with the head
I should see a doctor

I dream of a river and mermaids
I get up early in the morning a little light
The doctor said I was sick with fishing
And there is no cure for this

Having no desires other
I don't sleep, having lost my peace
And waiting for the weekend
I'm leaving for fishing binge

And one on one with nature
From the worries, making an escape
How I feel freedom anywhere
Which a person dreamed about

I am waiting for cunning fish
Despite the wind and dirt
Here it is! - the quivertip trembled
Hefty ose

And catching my dreams fish
Of course, I'll let her go
And I will tell her, dear, thanks
Give Hello to the Mile there

I will teach me how to fish a child
And love nature as a mother
There will be the future of the English donke
Will prosper feeder sport

After all, fishing is such a thing
Blood is the best
And art and sport and science
And it seems to be love

I do not sing this song for duck
Not for fame, not for the ruble
And for the soul, painful fishing
And for you fishermen friends

I am mortally sick with fishing
Like you, fishermen, friends.