Текст песни Zlata Razdolina - Воздушная яхта стихи И.Северянина

I jumped on a flying yacht in Stockholm,
On a winged yacht from Karelian birch.
The captain, my lover, stood with a smile on the watch, -
The propeller spun on a white April night.
 
Leaning on the tiller, singing from Grieg,
He promised me countries where apricots are in bloom,
We haughtily followed the evolution of the brig,
I opened like a sail, bronze braids.
 
They molested Venus, molested Saturn,
We wandered for two hours on the icy moon.
There are urns with bliss in the garden; they brought me an urn in the garden.
On the moon, everyone is kind, because everyone is dumb.
 
All worlds circled, all romances sang
We were glad to visit Palladin himself ...
And when they saw that the propeller was broken,
Our yacht went down on a floating ice ...
 
 
Igor Severyanin