Текст песни Новелла Матвеева - Рыбачка

Low over the sea spinning snowflake,
With her pouring, my autumn has developed.
Like a snowflake on the cheek broke up,
So melted in the distance of your sail.
Smoke on brown roofs,
And the harbor in bright red
Leaves
And scales
Fish.
Seagulls with an angry cry
Beaten on water ridges
Black ends
Wings.
Aaaa ...

Little island, the village of Neurish,
There, at the village, you will arouse anchor.
On the bonora of ear will boil
Wind from the sea the bowler will cool.
And the fire will go out
At dusk unclear
At dusk like a dream
Capricious.
The sea is restless
Network on gray necklaces -
As if in stilts
Ghost.
Aaaa ...

I'm not a sad, although I am a fisherman,
What should I be sad, what should I cry?
And the fisherman's ear can be prepared
And fish fish catch too.
Shadow chin
Waves catches boat,
Sad, sailing
On shallow
In white shells
Shied the shore
As if shed
And death.
Aaaa ...