Текст песни Ван пис - эндинг

As a child, I often imagined a treasure map.
Islands of distant shores, the ocean is harsh.
I imagined sailing in search of adventure
To find before everyone else the wondrous land of my dreams.
Just now,
I understand everything much more seriously.
If it happens, the world will stand in my way
Memory, naive boy, the image is resurrected.
The image of a wonderful fairy tale, faith in miracles,
Awakening the heart.