Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Свой остров

We sail in the warm edge
Forever.
Our swimming, consider -
In the year.
Put the wheel of fortune
Across,
We all know about the storms
Advance.
Quickly climb up the mast, old man! -
The question arose from the ground sharply -
Maybe you see the mainland,
Well, maybe - island.
Somebody payment
At hand,
This someone swims
In the rest.
But others - what mother
She gave birth -
Not to rest, and again -
In the case.
You fate vows as a nun,
Laugh at her face easy.
Someone - your personal mainland
But one - the island.
I nakarkat trouble
With lady peak
Foretold that I would find
Mainland,-
No, the fortune-teller, you again
Wrong -
I liked the look
Islands.
That ghostly shore arose -
Slowly - count to a hundred.
What is this, the same continent
Or is it my island? ..