Текст песни Ирек Тухватшин - Дымный берег

Smoky Beach ,
seagulls hovering over the water
and sunset over the sea grows cold ,
   fight wave
   if they want to escape
   from the clutches of the screening , numbing .

At the dock
gold poured sand
boulders bumps appear ,
   fight wave
   like a shot in the temple ,
   as the morning, stepping invitingly .

silent night
will be a couple of days ,
and while the element triumphs ,
   fight wave
   like flames of the furnaces ;
   their peace once may arrive .