Текст песни Анатолий Киреев - У ночного причала

At night the pier, where the rocks Ravellin
 Waiting sounded Sea, Mozart and Green.
 Nothing happened - just a memory ill.
 As the tide was rolled like a wave and go.

 Whether to remember something, then l can not forget.
 By water gilding can be, maybe.
 Nothing happened - just a memory ill.
 As the tide was rolled like a wave and go.

 Nothing happened, it sounds like a prayer.
 Nothing happened, just a bitter memory.
 But she does not flinch shoulders and sigh.
 Even time does not heal the pain flow.

 At night the pier, where the rocks Ravellin,
 Waiting sounded Sea, Mozart and Green ...