Текст песни Андрей Козловский - На чёрные камни прозрачные руки

On the black stones transparent hands will drop wave
I'm drunk with grief , I'm drunk of separation , I was sober wine .
In total fog cloudless coast trying to find ,
But the sail hung as a traitor , the yardarm , and the seagull flies .

And not by chance , and the stars can not sleep - their burden is light ,
And breasts swung a bird in the glass of the lighthouse .
But again, broken , wings waving , barely visible,
Or maybe I'm wrong, and then she does not flies .