Текст песни Георг Отс - Уходит рыбак

Leaves the fisherman
To my dangerous path
Goodbye, says the wife.
May have to
To rest
Falling asleep on the sandy bottom.
Throws a fisherman
Look ashore
The swarthy waved hand.
If the fisherman didn’t come back,
He found peace in the sea.

Better lie down
In the blue, cool haze
How to suffer in a harsh
Cruel, damned land.
Water will make noise
They will fly years
And hide in white fogs
Black cities.

The fisherwoman will cry
Falling face down
Fisherman couldn’t explain
No need to cry
What did he choose
The best of the roads.
Let the orphans
Forgive him, -
The way they have is
If the fisherman didn’t come back,
He found peace in the sea.

Better lie down
In the blue, cool haze
How to suffer in a harsh
Cruel, damned land.
Water will make noise
They will fly years
And hide in white fogs
Black cities.