Текст песни Алексей Штраух - Болен рыбалкой

Bohlen fishing

Today that something is wrong with me
I do not understand what I want
We see heart fell out with his head
We ought to see a doctor

I dream of the river and the mermaid
Early in the morning I get up at dawn
The doctor said that I am sick of fishing
And there is no cure for this

Having no other desires
I do not sleep, lost peace
And waiting for days off
I am leaving in the fishing binge

And one on one with nature
From worries to escape
Like nowhere I feel freedom
About which man dreamed

I await the cunning fish
Despite the wind and dirt
Here it is! - Shook kvivertip
Eagle Eye hefty ide

And catch the fish of my dreams
Of course, I'll let her
And I said to her, my dear, thank you
Tell bream hello there

I will teach a child to fish
And to love nature as a mother
Will the future of the English Donkey
Will feeder sport to flourish

After all, fishing is such a thing
Best of all stirs the blood
And art and sports and science
And it seems this is love

This song is not for sing jackdaws
Not for glory, not for the ruble
And for the sick soul fishing
And for you fishermen friends

I'm terminally ill fishing
Like you, the fishermen, friends.