Текст песни Сергей Труханов - Аллегорическая баллада о каботажном плавании

It's too late to know with a land benefit
watch out late, the boat is ready.
a signalman was called in to help the rowers.
he raised his hand, she is tense.
like a predator in a circus hears the whip
we are watching the boat reluctantly for the hand
to escape late, the boat is crowded
and the boat is tightly surrounded by the river

all rivers to the sea, and this
the same color as the sunset above it
where is the shallow, where is the pool? instead of accepting understandable
in sundown spots, buoys without lights

now we have the right to hit the rocks with a crash,
get wet in the dark, even shout "ay",
but not resort to supposedly correct means
to support the allegedly afloat.
no one remembers, but what is their use
slightly fit a belt or vest
along solid ground to get involved late
beware late: the shore is no more

all rivers to the sea, and this
the same color as the sunset above it
where is stranded, where is the pool? instead of accepting understandable
in sundown spots buoys without lights