Олег Сурков - Песня моряков
текст песни

Let's stop with you, child,
we will get drunk with water,
Cranes are flying over us to the south,
Their serfs are full ...
We will rise as a lonely shore,
We go into the boat over the wave,
Maybe we will have a fabulous dream,
Maybe prickly pain will frighten us ...

You are a wave of wave, do not touch our ship,
We will swim to the shores, we will swim,
And sadness hid on the heart,
And with sadness we were left together ...
Like a blizzard in Indianny sleigh
Our joy goes to the forest more often,
She always has your smile,
And the sides creak at the boat rotten ...

And on the deck on the bottom they do not sleep,
There, rowers sing eleven days
The burning candles smoke,
Committing all dead people ...
Yarilo lit up over the forests
We float, and our path is bright and clean,
A stone guest languishes on the Brega,
This is an idol, you bow to him ...

The blood of underground keys cools down,
Paints go out, the dawn comes,
Leaves fall on our bed,
The land serves our bed today ...
In the tart mare of blissful sleep,
You will find the answer to all questions,
We will go down to the bottom
We went through our weak trembling ...

Let's stop with you, child,
we will get drunk with water,
Cranes are flying over us to the south,
Their serfs are full ...