Текст песни Неизвестен - В этой деревне, на этой веранде

in this village, on this veranda,
in the dusk of the garden in the cold summer
under the rumble of the railway
we were this song sung.

the wind whistled, the pine trees blew,
the rain drummed her soundly.
ocean salt was in this song
drunk sailor and flying ship.

chorus:
stars fell, gates creaked
a candle cried on an earthenware bowl -
the drunken sailor did not want to return
neither on the earth, nor on the waterway,

he only wanted the ship to fly,
to swing, walk in circles
to unsteady, unsteady soil
always swam under his feet!

this is the damned happiness of a sailor,
this is the cursed happiness of the poet,
our indomitable attraction
become a substance of unbroken light,

the music of stars, oceans and maples,
wilds of green, hot sands ...
and at the end of this song came
tears from the eyes and a lighthouse from the fog ...

chorus:
stars fell, gates creaked
a candle cried on an earthenware bowl -
the drunken sailor did not want to return
neither on the earth, nor on the waterway,

he only wanted the ship to fly,
to swing, walk in circles
to unsteady, unsteady soil
always swam under his feet ...