Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Штили выметает облаками

Calm weather sweeping clouds
And down with these clouds,
Storms go with wet hands
And knocking on the glass lighthouses.
This is all not very nice -
Evening go without a trace.
Spark kerosene lamps
Light on the past year .

Break the shackles of dubious ,
As you have come before the storm .
Line suffering like
Reaching for the black horizon .
And as if the terrible loss
Ocean mourns my
As insolvent tantrums
Beats all the rocks head.

We will go through all these torments ,
We will return to the blue wonders
A heavy slowness of separation
Let us at the stake to heaven.
White gulls crackers we feed ,
The songs we sell out in slaves,
We shall understand these storms
As a welcome excuse to fight .