Текст песни Симон - Леонид Мартынов. Моря

Leonid Martynov

Seas

When
Bad weather
Black fan
Breed a stormy wave,
The sailor grabs Leer:
-- That is OK! Not drowned!

And confirmed
Skyrp Sturvala
And white coasta foam,
That this fan embroidered
Not at all death
And life itself.

Per
Northern polar circle
Lying student seas
Above the Mediterranean South
Flames ancient dawn.

On the
Antarctic expanses
Sedoy July cherishes ice
There are lunar seas in which
Neither ice or fish nor water

There is
The sea is dead
Tightly
Than silver mercury,
But the sea of life is all increasing -
You understand - this is what the essence!