Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Корабли расстаются, как женщины

The ships parted like a woman:
All the gossip, all hoarse shout.
Ships somewhere in the meeting promised,
And thrown into the backpack with the shoulder angle.

And for Arctic windows, endless ice,
Black and white graphics grim water.
Only somewhere in the North, far away,
As if the sun sifted sieve clouds.

You're standing like a true white.
You are silent, as the great tribulation.
Wait, let me suffer separation:
The path is not easy to meet, not soon.

Well, good-bye! Sky frowns in the evening,
And whistles necessary ice whine.
Well, good-bye! There is nothing to compare:
We have - these two ships.

And for Arctic windows, endless ice,
Black and white graphics grim water.
Only somewhere in the North, far away,
As if the sun sifted sieve clouds.

August 1968
Diesel-electric "Ob"
Arctic