Текст песни Ботанический Сад Петра Великого - Моряк

Restless sea.
I'm even kind of glad about it.
In the ringing of the day I can hear the slim
And majestic to the beat.

It's easier for me than others on the wave,
There is no secret here -
I was born happy, on me
The vest is covered with a rope.

The smooth smoothness of my shores in my thoughts
I'm sure I will be rewarded
Work for exhaustion
Behind - Moscow took refuge in the cold,
Ahead - Beirut is sinking into the Sun.

I'm not alone,
The wave pulls everyone on a wide hem,
An old man puffs his pipe in the boat,
He hates the sea.

I swam up to him and asked:
"What grieved, grandfather?"
He shakes tobacco off his pipe
And he said through a tear:
"Son, there is no land there."

The dream will wash the shore again
Some will throw themselves into the sea to escape the bonds.
After all, my rage warmed Moscow,
And the tears were absorbed by Beirut.