Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Синий перекресток

Look for me now among the sea road,
In the islands, for high water,
For blue crossroads twelve winds,
For the most beloved dawn.

Here the mountains are not removed snow gray clothes,
And the wind - a guarantee of infidelity.
I am here to build an island - a country of continuous expectations
With the straits goodbye and separation.

Do not send me emails - itself came
Without asking subtle advice.
On the gentle shores of nomadic land
Who are waiting for you all year dawns.

Until midnight shakes tired mainland
I collect the sun on the roads.
Then he was taken away on the flags of ships
DOWNLOAD fog at my doorstep.

Fog floating over the sea, in my heart dope,
Everything seems so simple and easy.
Hold on, my capital, green ocean,
Twelve wind, blue crossroads!