Текст песни Алексей Кондаков - Причал

It was a warm evening, pinkish- violet
Seaside Park branches above us shook
And in the theater , we did not get tickets
And you said, " Do not go to the pier ? "

Wharf , mooring
You many times lovers met with joy
Wharf , mooring
You meet new promised us soon

Lapped by the sea tide to low tide
The wave rolled on the sand a foam roller
And the sea view was so beautiful,
As if that Aivazovsky painted

We exchanged addresses goodbye
Footprints washed away turquoise water
What will happen we do not know ourselves,
But this city , we will always dream