Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Призвание

Sad boy
   (Naive boy)
   With a notebook and a book
   I often went to the pier.
   Misty gave
   I was fascinated,
   And to them in dreams fly away.
   And once the wind
   I drove at dawn
   Sailing small boat.
   After seeing the title
   On the bot & quot; & quot ;, Calling
   I bravely jumped on board.
    
   Oh, how deceptive the distance,
   When you stand on the quay,
   Feeling the mainland behind.
   And treacherous water
   The one that washes berth
   Allegedly harmless wave.
    
   A wave caught
   My boat with such force,
   With a sail on the seam cracked,
   And so zahlestala,
   What I was sick,
   And somewhere melted dock.
    
   Wanted given
   Out of the darkness crawled
   Bouguereau blackened rocks.
   I realized & quot; Calling & quot; -
   My punishment,
   But what I did not know.
    
   In the ruins of & quot; Calling & quot;
   I, like a statue,
   I sit and stare into the void
   The island has a goal
   Among the waves,
   By breaking down his forehead on the dream.