Текст песни Юрий Антонов - Пора прибиться к берегу, да волны не дают....

Carries me through the smells during autumn ,
And for a long time circling the boat aground .
Twined hands lily solid green line
Increasingly , more, more separated from the ground.

Chorus:
And past the geese are my love ,
It's time to cling to the shore , but the waves are not allowed .

While carried over , you see - took a moment,
That was donated to me by fate.
A quiet river rolls in the bushes of green hides ,
Further , further, further separates us from you.

Chorus:
And past the geese are my love ,
It's time to cling to the shore , but the waves are not allowed .

Oh , my life - for the river , my - doubt
Where flow carries blue.
It is easy to go on a journey , it is not difficult to cope with the boat ,
But it's hard , hard, hard to control yourself.

Chorus:
And past the geese are my love ,
It's time to cling to the shore , but the waves are not allowed .