Текст песни Михаил Трегер - Мой спасательный круг

My lifeline
In the blue ocean,
Do not love, and not a friend,
Just echoes in the mist,
Amid the usual separations
unusually meeting
Launched careless course
From the sympathetic hands.
How weary sailor
Awaiting rescue,
Since I shouted "SOS",
So think up the crash;
Storm is ready to joke,
Storm is ready to confusion,
And give the crash,
And will give salvation.

Silence, as war,
It fell on the shoulders,
Shakes it like wine,
Without it, it was used more easily;
My lifeline
From the quiet, like foam,
I granted the universe
As a sign of uncertain merit.
This wonderful route
Until the end of me not to have known,
My lifeline
It is not too late?
So love, or friend?
Zapovednoe word
Moving away from the second,
The first will be a sudden.