Текст песни Новелла Матвеева - Летучий Голландец

Light lighthouse in the immense night,
Like a hand, fingers dotted rays;
As meduzina greenish back,
At sea, the moon is reflected.

The thrill of the waves causes the moon in awe:
That will break, then again blind in one -
Where the cliffs of the strike breakers
Louder pluck the strings.

Who will sing us a song?
Who we are confident that not everything goes?
Who lights the dark in front of us
Lit up stories?
No, no one will sing!
"The Flying Dutchman" on the wood go!
Kok will prepare us for these wood
Terrine of blue birds!

Sadly on the dock coiled rope,
Wind disheveled, like a shaggy mongrel;
Sit on the rope, remember the best years -
Those that did not happen ever.

Sunny Bunny lived in the sails
From the sea spray on amber mustache -
It was as if he had not been and was not, as if he were.
He was not, but - moving his mustache ...

Who will sing us a song?
Who we are confident that not everything goes?
Who lights the dark in front of us
Lit up stories?
No, no one will sing!
"The Flying Dutchman" on the wood goes,
Kok will prepare us for these wood
Pate bluebird ...