Текст песни Александр Иванов - Хандра

No one hears me
I sing alone in the void.
Guitar sways the dusk
Darling doesn't write to me
Doesn't write, doesn't write
In its simplicity.

Perhaps about our life
Sweetheart knows one thing -
That the sea is a full bowl
And every evening - a movie.

How does she know, distant,
That there was a hole in the trawl
And in the morning to the seagull scream
A melancholy crept onto the ship.

The blues are hanging on the shrouds,
Gripped the rudder feather
Knitted on the throat with a bow
Whines with the sweetest treble
About how beautiful
Native land...

Yearns for a fish belly
Wide fishing knife
And the mail is gone, rumored to be
Alas, you cannot return to the north.

Only the cap honors someone
And from above he shouts: Don't drift!
But he is also depressed,
Ready to drift.

And the fish, as if blown away by the wind,
And the fish has gone cold ...
Sharks are dancing on deck
Boredom drives cheekbones -
No plan, no share,
There is no happiness in life ...

With my guitar to the cabin
I will gather old friends
And in a smoky steamy comfort
We will treat the blues.

Strong unsweetened tea
Pipe with tobacco
And endless until the morning
Northern dialect.

And in the morning the chief mate sip
He will trumpet everyone: Avral!
And the trawl winch
Will pull out a full trawl.

To meet him with a creak
In the crackle of steel reins
The blues will slide down the slip
And it won't come up already ...