Текст песни В.Ланцберг - Летучий Голландец

Beauty schooner Dm
She took off and disappeared somewhere, E7
Leaving the team, Gm
On the pier, forgetting the soul. A7 Dm
On the mooring bollard Cm D9- Ebdim F # dim
A piece of rope left, Gm D7 G7
Frowned sky B7 E7
And the sea suddenly became pockmarked. Gm A7 Dm
We are people. It's hard for us
To argue and get along with legends.
We are people. Not easy
We should leave our circle.
And if in the fog
Meet the Flying Dutchman
We are a terrible mystery
His courage dreamed.
That was a long time ago -
Two hundred or three hundred years have passed.
Piece of rope
Decayed on raw cast iron.
A gloomy bay
And a gray bare pier
To the songs of the surf
I see myself often in a dream.