Текст песни Александр Дюмин - Рыбак

Somewhere for the Kurile chain,
Where winds often argue rocks
He met a sailor on shore
Woman with deer eyes.

Nothing about her fisherman did not know,
Conducted barges in the sea, he longing.
Never before marina
Not seen such a beautiful woman.

Whether, beauty, my wife.
That barge, means happiness with us.
Be my darling mermaid
Across the seas looking for you for years.

She raised her beautiful eyes,
On his face, he is leading by the hand.
After the fisherman thought, guessing
The girl was completely blind.
After the fisherman thought, guessing
The girl was completely blind.

Where a wide space, lighthouses,
I saw a picture of just such:
Fisherman walked tall and gray-haired,
Under the old woman's hand was leading the blind.
Fisherman walked tall and gray-haired,
Under the old woman's hand was leading the blind.