Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Тихий океан

The last sheet on the window
Dropped from a thin branch.
It's a flight morning,
And there is fog in the eyes.
Do not give me goodbye
No flowers, no brooches, -
Give me goodbye
Pacific Ocean.

There the wave erases the stone
Boiling in the foam
There is raw salt in lumps
Brush off your lips
Down there under the clouds
Autumn storm is buzzing
There stands above the clouds
Iturup Island.

And when the water floods
Round window
And the typhoon will roll
Pulling the clouds
I am the roaring ocean
Will love a little
And I will learn a little
Understand you.

Autumn will light up
Slow flame
On steep and on hot
Edge of the Earth.
Oh why are we afraid
So your desires
Hiding from the storms behind the island,
Like ships?

Do not rush to worry
My dear, good,
That no wine is poured
We are in one glass.
Do not give me goodbye
No flowers, no brooches, -
Give me goodbye
Pacific Ocean.