Текст песни Луна и грош - Синее, синее море

What vast distances,
How clear and pure horizon,
The blue, blue sea
Jason swallowed another.
Sleep is a dream all.

But even if they do not dream of a storm,
Do not sail that derailed and crushed,
A marvelous green country meadows,
Where none of the rowers
Do not go back.

Playing water under the keel,
Yes, he loses the trail,
But they, when the palm
Consider a white light ...

It has long been overgrown path
To the sea, where the storm is so calm.
Under the sun dried up all the traces,
And the wind grind the dust.

Yes, small and caring,
Under the wind flowing sand,
Listening like something familiar
Playing cane slowly in simple horn.

And this is perhaps the motive
And there is the consolation that,
What looking at these vast distances,
So it is difficult given the mind.