Текст песни Не-вТакт - Маленький Плот

With mooring ships screaming until dawn:
& quot; Under the keel anything, we broke ... & quot;
And the sails folded, is not dead, not alive
The last of thy torn violently
A small raft named Life.
A small raft, hold on!

Bay will cover the night, and he is not averse to sleep.
As a wounded lynx, a hair's breadth ...
And the wind will carry in his last flight
Today, ever go away
A small raft named Mai.
A small raft, goodbye! ..

And, here, the path descends to the last rest,
A sail, sometimes so eager to return.
How was not sorry, so sad on board
Longingly finishes his tea ...
My small raft named Life.
A small raft, come back !!!