Текст песни Вячеслав Малежик - Острова

Again the wind sang us a passing song,
And blew the sails, sending a campaign.
It invites the sea to the islands of the unknown,
It is a white ship calls.

How many storms and storms will sweep over us,
How many miles astern, we will measure the fin,
And sometimes luck will not believe themselves
Those who used to believe in luck.

Island, islands, island somewhere waiting for us,
Yet maps are not always right.
Island, islands, I will find you, islands,
Even if a whole century will have to swim.

In the sea we will meet an amazing island,
Where ashore Flint where Robinson visited,
Island of our love, the secrets of the island and issues
We are on the map you inflict!

Island, islands, island somewhere waiting for us,
Yet maps are not always right.
Island, islands, I will find you, islands,
Even if a whole century will have to swim.