Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Кораблик

When the Universe is empty, like drove pocket,
And not a sorry curved worlds
I'm on the pier at the bridge I take myself a ticket
In the tram river to go into the distance.

There, where old friends are still with me,
And mom is waiting for me home,
And the sky may ring crystal
Over my head.

The river similar to life is splashing
The bends of the coast of the years.
I will drink a glass of brandy for the shadow of the clouds
Fly like me from darkness to light.

There, where old friends are still with me,
And mom is waiting for me home,
And the sky may ring crystal
Over my head.

And for the carmo foam mark
And there is no more truth in the world
Than this merciless, inconsolable
Track of past years ...

Earth truth is simple: the past is not to return!
We are thin every moment in the puchin of days.
But there is a boat at the bridge that keeps the way
In the cherished corner of my soul.

There, where old friends are still with me,
And mom is waiting for me home,
And the sky may ring crystal
Over my head.