Текст песни Андрей Макаревич и Оркестр Креольского Танго - Вот шхуна покидает...

That leaves the schooner native English port,
Pretty young to smoke on board.
She walks past the men in silence,
And waiting for her lover to the far side.

Have not seen the port, where the water does not look,
She stands at the side of the beautiful, like a doe.
Her soul flies up to the invisible earth,
She does not know that the revolt on the ship.

He lifted the Spaniard, sbezhavschy prisoner
Exquisite bastard, fearless scrapper.
When he told her offer to become his girlfriend,
It unfortunately will not be able to deny the Spaniard.

A wave hit the shore, playing and ringing,
She was buried friends and relatives.
It will take any grief, you look and heal,
Only he walks to the sea, and all waiting for something.

He goes back to the rock steep as a wall,
And from the sea does not reduce eyes from morning till night.
Love it melts on the evil gray years,
And all the schooner flying on blue waves.