Текст песни Н. Трапезникова - Морячка

Sailor was leaving the house,
He began to speak to me:
"Let your memory
His heart to give.

And when I swim
Somewhere in the far side,
At least for once, at least a little
Mourn for me. "

I said jokingly,
What's nice this speech,
But such a large gift
It is not known where to cherish.

"And by then, dear friend,
Allow me to report:
To the girl was sad,
It must be earned. "

He was offended, probably,
I said goodbye somehow -
Jokes maiden did not understand
Slow-witted sailor!

In vain did the postman
I met at the gate:
Nothing sailor writes,
Even addresses are not sends.

Me and bitter and annoyed
And longing took me,
What is not said to him,
What was not affectionate.

And even that annoying,
What about the people in the house
Everyone calls me a "sailor"
Unknown - why.