Текст песни Ольга Жарикова - Рыбак

A wave is running, a wave is rustling!
   Thinking over the river
Fisherman is sitting; the soul is full
   Cool silence.
He sits for an hour, sits another;
   Suddenly, the noise in the waves subsided ...
And the head came up wet
   The beauty of them.

She looks, she sings:
   "Why are you my people
You attract, you drag from your own bottom
   In the boiling heat of the water?
Oh! if I knew how to live a fish
   Freely in the depths
Would you not torment yourself
   On the sultry heights.

Not often is the sun your image
   Bathes in the bosom of the waters?
Does it burn fresh with beauty
   Is it their outcome?
Is the arch of heaven merged with them
   Cool blue?
Not in the bosom of them beckons you
   And your face is young? ”

A wave is running, a wave is rustling ...
   The shaft splashed ashore!
In him the whole soul of longing is full,
   As if a friend was whispering!
She sings, she beckons -
   Know his time has come!
She is to him, he is running to her ...
   And the trace disappeared forever.