Sea waves turn green and grey and up to where they die
Rise others vaster yet to only swell and sigh
To fade in the morning sky, oh
They are the sea made land were brought to fishers' town
To cast out on a strand the men she could not drown
Fishermen from the town, oh
Fishermen are weary, brittle fearless men
Changing course, the wind folds them in it's own hands
Dunes are grim and dreary, boats in lifeless sands
Rise others vaster yet to only swell and sigh
To fade in the morning sky, oh
Fishermen are weary, brittle fearless men
Changing course, the wind folds them in it's own hands
Dunes are grim and dreary, boats in lifeless sands
ПЕРЕВОД
Морские волны зеленеют и сереют до того места, где они умирают,
Другие поднимаются, чтобы вздуться и вздохнуть,
Чтобы исчезнуть на утреннем небе, ох.
Это морская земля, привезенная в город рыбаков,
Чтобы изгнать на нитку мужчин, которым она не дала утонуть,
Рыбаки уходят из города, ох.
Рыбаки устали, хрупкие бесстрашные люди,
Меняя курс, ветер складывает их в свои руки.
Дюны мрачные и скучные, лодки в безжизненных песках.
...Другие поднимаются, чтобы вздуться и вздохнуть,
Чтобы исчезнуть на утреннем небе, ох.
Рыбаки устали, хрупкие бесстрашные люди,
Меняя курс, ветер складывает их в свои руки.
Дюны мрачные и скучные, лодки в безжизненных песках.
Sea Waves Turn Green and Grey and Up To What the Die
Rise Others Vaster Yet To Only Swell and Sigh
To fade in the Morning Sky, Oh
They Are the Sea Made Land Were Brough to Fishers' Town
To CAST OUTA AND MENTH SHE COULD NOT DROWN
Fishermen from the Town, Oh
Fishermen are Weary, Brittle Fearless Men
Changing Course, The Wind Folds Them in It's Own Hands
Dunes Are Grim and Dreary, Boats in Lifeless Sands
Rise Others Vaster Yet To Only Swell and Sigh
To fade in the Morning Sky, Oh
Fishermen are Weary, Brittle Fearless Men
Changing Course, The Wind Folds Them in It's Own Hands
Dunes Are Grim and Dreary, Boats in Lifeless Sands
TRANSLATION
Sea waves turn green and gray to the place where they die,
Others rise to swell and breathe,
To disappear in the morning sky, oh.
This is the sea land brought to the city of Rybakov,
To expel men on the thread with whom she did not allow to drown,
Fishermen leave the city, oh.
Fishermen are tired, fragile fearless people,
Changing the course, the wind folds them into its own hands.
Dunes are gloomy and boring, boats in lifeless sands.
... others rise to swell and breathe,
To disappear in the morning sky, oh.
Fishermen are tired, fragile fearless people,
Changing the course, the wind folds them into its own hands.
Dunes are gloomy and boring, boats in lifeless sands.
