Сергей Жирков - Рыбак
текст песни

There lies our youth, fisherman,
Where the ecstatic oval of faces
Was washed by the salty wind from Budak
On a clear morning.

There lies our youth, old man,
I remember your old story
About ships, about the cry of seagulls,
About the boat sinking in the sea.

There lies our youth, pour us a drink,
Like twenty years ago,
Fill our glasses to the brim
With wine, intoxicating as the sunset.

There lies our youth, you,
The old sea dog, salty and weathered,
Are long gone, and only grieving
The old woman will come out to the threshold

To quietly shed tears
On this plateau and estuary,
To forget, even for a brief moment,
The carefree deception of youth.

To forget that youth will pass,
That decay will touch the fisherman's boat,
And the heart will once again fall
Into the brief captivity of memories.