Новелла Матвеева - Летучий Голландец
текст песни

The light of the lighthouse in an boundless night,
Like a hand, put his fingers-rays;
Like a greenish jar back,
The moon is reflected in the sea.

The thrill of the wave leads to awe of the moon:
It will tear, then again blinds into one -
Where the clums hit the cliffs
Clack than a string.

Who will sing a song to us?
Who will assure us that not everything will pass?
Who is in front of us in the dark
Will the fables light up?
No, no one will sing!
The Flying Dutchman will go to firewood!
COK will prepare us on these wood
Paste from a blue bird!

Sadly on the pier, the rope curled up
The wind is disheveled, like a mongrel Mokhnat;
I will sit on the rope, I will remember the best years, -
Those that have never been.

Sunny bunny lived in sails
With spray of the sea on amber mustache, -
He was, as if he were not, as if he were.
He was not, but - he moved a mustache ...

Who will sing a song to us?
Who will assure us that not everything will pass?
Who is in front of us in the dark
Will the fables light up?
No, no one will sing!
"Flying Dutchman" will go to firewood,
COK will prepare us on these wood
Blue bird paste ...