Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Море Чёрное

Recalcitrant blue wave
everything runs, everything runs, does not end.
Black Sea, like a bowl of wine,
everything sways in my palm.

I’m all thinking about one thing, one thing,
like a shore of hope having left.
Black Sea, like a bowl of wine,
I drink in thy name, having thrown back.

Unchanging among many seas,
how to part with you, not to despair?
Black Sea in my palm
like a long boat leaving, sways.