Текст песни Белфаст - Скрипач на лугу

Evening I somehow walked the docks,
I spit in the sea, silently smoking ...
Over the noise of the surf I heard how
Such sang drunken fisherman:

ETC.
Wrap me up in a blanket,
After all, to stand up, I will not be able to ...
After all, soon I will
Far away from here,
Where violinist playing in the meadow ...

I've heard for a long time on these meadows,
Although it is doubtful somehow it.
They talked about old times -
There are fishermen after death.

ETC. Wrap me up in a blanket ...

And here's what else I can add:
There are women and pubs at every turn,
In the pub the barman you free pour,
There's fresh beer on the branches grow ...

ETC. Wrap me up in a blanket ...

Once meadows and someone calls me,
Friends in a blanket I wrapped.
In the rainbow I run barefoot,
And meet me the violin in a meadow ...