Текст песни Д.Бикчентаев-стихи Ю.Мориц - Стоянка корабля

May rain perechmokal
    The edges of roofs, windows cheeks.
    As he left, he wept and wept.
    And by noon in our bay
    Suddenly the smell of cabbage soup, porridge -
    & Quot; Bella Bartok & quot; anchored.
   
    And now all the men:
    At a stall where cigarettes
    On the swing, in the operetta,
    The lunar arch at night in the park
    Oscular wandering wind
    The blue blouse and beret.
   
    Do not write to me, let us at
    Ever foaming waves
    This bliss, this force.
    If we meet again, we again
    You will see how severely
    From the time we arrived.
   
    This happiness is better than many,
    Specious and poor,
    This happiness without cheating.
    It is bitter, like the sea
    And fog will soon
    Because the distance of the nebula.
   
    The wind blows oscular,
    The wind gentle and sad
    Imminent separation
    Sorry parking is too small,
    Youth sorry korotkovata
    Clean wind, the wind fair.