Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Робинзон Крузо.

Probably always loved to travel,
Always loved the sea and the sun warmer,
So love is sacrifice,
For someone hid the body timid.

That in mind floating,
That drowning in the ocean,
And no one ever did not call for help,
Slowly disappearing in the water.

Or on the vessel,
Flags raising,
I forgot that this weekend, weekdays,
Just I know when dawns.

I spot on the horizon,
Separating the two parts of the world,
Ocean and sky on my front,
Revealing their new secrets.

No close relatives or friends,
Just me, the horizon and the ocean,
Most often, they have been faithful to me,
From them there are less wounds.

The path of duty, in the languid ocean
Without such an ordinary heavy cargo
Compass has long lived in my pocket,
Traveling Robinson Crusoe.