Текст песни Хор Турецкого - Белеет Парус Одинокий

The lonely sail is white
In the mist of the blue sea
What is he looking for in a distant country?
What did he throw in his native land?
What is he looking for in a distant country?
What did he throw in his native land?

Waves play - the wind whistles
And the mast bends and creaks.
Alas, he is not looking for happiness
And he is not running out of happiness!
Alas, he is not looking for happiness
And he is not running out of happiness!

Under it a stream is brighter than azure,
Above him a ray of golden sun ...
And he, rebellious, asks for the storm,
As if there is peace in the storms
And he, rebellious, asks for the storm,
As if there is peace in the storms.

Let the cruel wind blow
In the fog of the seas of life,
My sail is so lonely
Against the background of steel ships.

No, I don't cry and I don't cry
I openly answer all questions,
That our life is a game, and who is to blame
That I got carried away with this game.

Oh delight to glide along the edge
Freeze, angels, look I play
Leave my sins for the time being,
You will appreciate the beauty of the game.

The lonely sail is white
In the mist of the blue sea
What is he looking for in a distant country?
What did he throw in his native land?
What is he looking for in a distant country?
What did he throw in his native land?

Let the cruel wind blow
In the fog of the seas of life,
My sail is so lonely
Against the background of steel ships.
My sail is so lonely
Against the background of steel ships.