Текст песни Гретхен за прялкой - Лужи

Puddles are like puddles
Others are not worse
Off they do not already,
And let them not sea -
Boats made of paper
The pools are full of courage,
They raise flags
And given the anchor.

On bridges - captains
They are not afraid of the mists,
Storms and hurricanes,
But at the end of the day
Go to my mother captains
And say directly,
That evening all the stubborn
Do not avoid the belt.

And the captains of strict
And the captains of the gods,
They are inviolable,
While round the stranded!
And each of them - Behring,
But every mother - Beach,
And if you write off the shore,
That is my father's belt.

Puddles are like puddles
The bottles broke through dinner,
The sky was green,
And the tears - they are not knowingly:
When the captains cry
It is, after all, only a means,
What pools are salted,
And this is - the sea!