Текст песни Александр Вертинский - О всех усталых - К мысу ль радости

To the cape of joy, to the rocks of sorrow,
To the islands of lilac birds -
No matter where we dock
Do not lift our tired eyelashes.

Past the windows of the window
The golden gardens will float
Palm trees of the tropics, the heart of the equator,
Blue polar ice ...

But still, wherever we dock
To the islands of lilac birds,
To the cape of joy, to the rocks of sorrow,
Do not lift our tired eyelashes.