Текст песни В.Мулерман - Марина

Light from night light, mysterious and sensitive,
Along the face slips.
Gentle my smoky daughter
Sweet-sweet sleeps.
I will call her marina,
After all, this is a name as a tale -
Secret of openwork knitting
And the shouts of flocks of the caravel.
I will call her marina.

In the house silence. My plakuchi's pocket
Sleep, hindering.
Things yourself, love, do not flock,
Listen to me.
You call her marina -
In it, the echoes of Mosselease
Consonant city and forest
And rustic cheese.
Name her mainy.

Matte dawn touched by furtively
To closed eyes.
Little daughter will dyate to the bed
And wake us.
We will call her Marina,
After all, this is the name in both of us.
There is a call of a rebellious surf
And the ringing of the candlesticks of vintage,
Let's call her Marina.

D Tukhmanov - in Egorov 1969