Текст песни Александр Баль - Жива ещё

It would be nice to get up sometimes ranneyu,
New song slash in the morning,
Yes build ships in the harbor,
Yes straighten the sails to the wind.

Only sails would be complete,
Just to be bold sailors,
Yes, get on the ships with waves,
And to reach the shore intact.

And once awake, as in a dream,
I wave protrёt eye early,
As housewives wash a window in the spring,
As if waving, waving goodbye.

I see the sails full,
I hear the voices of bold,
And interrupted stripe black
And the band starts white.

It would be simpler wine brim
Bulk, whined piteously.
But, as the hold, the soul is full of gunpowder,
And at any moment take off into the sky.

But I do not ask for help.
Seven winds find refuge
And seeing his ship sinking,
Perhaps he was not flying.

And, perhaps, from his chest aching
It will carry a soft voice melting.
I ask: "And who else is there?"
And the soul replied: "still alive."