Текст песни Соль - Тихая баллада

I'm sailing on the ship,
My lady,
I myself am Bel, and the horse is my Bled,
That is, pale

And in my arm's arm
Certainly.
Ah, created heaven
Gentleman!

We do not avoid us
My lady,
I'm in Savan, and you -
In the old blanket

That is, both not quite
Potions.
I will jump to you on horseback:
Happiness, where are you?!

On the porch stupid
My lady,
Here for lady dear
To the paradise paradise,

I will ask you negligee
In a bush garden.
What? Wrong? You already?!
Ah, annoyance!

I get a horse,
My lady,
Do not be angry at me,
We are not children.

Over the gravestone star
The night is late.
Happenes. Late.
What is that?