Текст песни Tears of Memory - Флаги

Boris Poplavsky, "Flags"
In summer day over white pavement
Lanterns hung from the paper.
Pipe voice mumbled over the boulevard,
For more than six flags dreamed.

They thought the sea close somewhere,
And for him the heat wave running,
Air slept without seeing dreams as the Summer,
All of us flags overshadowed pity.

They are the backbone of the ship,
Black smoke that flies gently,
And the prayer of boundless wave
Ship music on Christmas Eve.

Quick off the mast in the ocean,
Noise salutes, shouting black sailors,
And a huge descent of anchors
In the hour of a body falling into the sad tissue.

The first flag shines above the horizon
And under the guns flash cheerfully winds
And the last is sinking amid the wreckage
And the wing beats of water.

As the soul. that leaves the body,
As my love for Thee. Reply!
How many times have you wanted a summer day
Wrapped in a flag and die.