Текст песни Митяев Олег - Ломтик медового месяца

word - Brodsky, muz.- L.Margolin

Never forgotten,
as the gushing water in the marina
and as the air is elastic -
as a lifeline.

A gull near Gulden
and sailing into the sky you see,
and at the top of the clouds fly,
like a flock of ducks,
a flock of ducks.

Let in your heart,
fish beats alive
and trembles scrap
our life together.

Suppose you hear the crunch of oyster,
let bristling bush.
And let you help
passion, reached the mouth,

understand without words,
like sea foam rollers,
reaching the ground,
creates ridges in the distance.

A gull near Gulden
and sailing into the sky you see,
and at the top of the clouds fly,
like a flock of ducks,
a flock of ducks.