Владислав Крапивин - Песня отхода
текст песни

That's all.
Well, get up, because it's time.
The day of the road has risen
And the flags of the waste are hung.
Look -
The wind rises in the morning.
It's time.
Look,
How steamers are smoking on the raid ...

In the outlower of cars,
In thin wings, honed strictly,
And in large ships
With a web of black tackle,
How at rest to you -
Waiting for an alarming road,
And in your roads -
Sensitive vacation of high speeds ...

There were days - we are more than once
Went through the storms on hikes,
And the lights
Among the waves
They lit in the cold seas ...
So let this time this time
Sunny light escorts us,
As a reward for
That they did not wait for the weather by the sea.