Текст песни Иллет - Серая Гавань

Wind her wet cheek
I pressed it to my face , on the verge of parting water.
There, high , lunar river
Ships leave in the direction of the stars .

And when the time comes , we sing,
I am your voice from thousands know.
And it would be powerless death
And again we will gain what is now with you losing .

Wind her wet cheek
I pressed it to my face , on the verge of parting water.
There, high , lunar river
Ships leave in the direction of the stars .
Ships leave in the direction of the stars ...
In the direction of the stars ...
In the direction of love ...