Текст песни В.Юрков - Песня моряка

All mixed up : happiness and sorrow ,
sail in July and February.
Somewhere between the sky and the sea
I am tired my ship.
The morning promises to be difficult.
What does the future is fraught ?
And clubs mist over the ship
bitter as the tears of yours.

Again he began to distance pigeons -
about storms to what to say .
I 'll take you with him ,
together soar above the waves .
In the sky, sharp cries of seagulls ,
Beach flickered ahead.
You do not marry Enrique ,
The best way out for me .