Текст песни Сергей Никитин - Рыбак

I am making my hook
A fluttering star
The moon is my white float
Over black water.

I'm sitting, old man, by the eternal waters
And I sing so softly
And the sun pecks every day
To my bait.

And I lead him, lead
All day in the sky but -
In the evening, swallowing a star
It breaks down.

And soon the stars of my stock
I will spend it, fisherman.
Hey watch out! At this hour
It will cover the earth in darkness.