Сергей Жирков - Морской
текст песни

Marine, free-spirited spirit
Gulf cold waters
And an appearance as exquisitely light as feathers
Like the notes of an ecstatic coda

Now you and I are not just relatives
Do you remember feathers and swords
The nobleman ruffling his horse's mane
In your meadows, Elagin Island

And become a noble Russian greyhound
Jetty granite stones
Do you hear how languid the waves are in the bay?
Rumbling through the open shutters

How sweet it is to sit by the fireplace at night
When there is bad weather outside
But wind and rain are not terrible for a candle
Above the dusty shelf of the chest of drawers

Let's forget the routine, sad bow
And prose dreary notes
Let's mix foamy grog with poetry
Let's drink poetry to the point of hiccups

And we'll sit by the window until the morning
Cry and laugh with happiness
And silently watch the lilac moon
rests on our wrists