Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Бенгальский залив

I walk along the pavement,
Smash snow boot,
And in my heart sings
Liverpool plate .
No doubt or losses,
Instead of buttons - thread,
To do something with me
Christmas card !

Flying in that region ,
Where the heat groaning trees ,
Eternal rickshaw rides in paradise
Chocolate and sad .
Ocean lies at the feet,
I almost got used to it ,
And on the wet sand
Melting trace of the motorcycle.

Sari flies across the sky ,
So we flew once ,
Someone drew us
At the water at sunset .
I dive head
In the white foam from the takeoff ,
Choking from the pharynx
Burning snow ...