Текст песни Юрий Белов - Корабли

Poems Sergey Danilov
Music Yuri Belov

For a big war, over a gray wave - childhood.
In Lipa, the summer garden, on the Neva Sea Parade.
Ribbons, anchors ...
Why the heart hurts
Gives in whiskey an attack of longing in the morning.

Chorus: Night - White Blizzard Daughter,
Chases away
Who will measure what remaining?
Rain - all you are waiting for -
Truth or lies.
What remains? Only a little ...

Streets names, our times erased.
What to shout or cry at night.
There were ships, but in the fog went proudly.
Their waves are swing, sons meet, not us.

Somewhere there, the rustle of the old lip melts.
Or maybe you hear the earth pulse.
Somewhere ships, as if crawled packs
To the shores of the Neva took a slow course.