Текст песни Михаил Трегер - Песня Битт-Боя

Well, the ship is ready,
Caught the wind tackle
Above Lighthouse Tower
Constellations lit up ...
And windows of houses,
Shielded
Looks from afar
Pretty sleepy Liss.

On a hundred little things
Luck is indivisible
On a hundred minor troubles
The trouble is not divided.
When in the fate of your
Thunderstorm passes by
Then in someone's fate
She threatens then.

And if evil disease
In the hearts are still hot
You are generosity of my own
They shine to the end
But it is a pity that steal
Fire of your luck
Sparks candles
Cold hearts.

When it comes
We are tired of the eyelids,
Your duty before fate
Returning a long time ago ...
And somewhere until the morning
Looks with longing mode,
How melts over the wave
Flag of moon.

1979.