Текст песни Джан Ку - Баллада о рыбаке

- Where? On sky? To the moon?
- No, to the ocean.
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Goes sailor in his dangerous way,
"Goodbye," said the wife.
Perhaps he will have to rest,
Asleep on the sandy bottom.
He throws a sailor on shore opinion,
Swarthy wag his hand,
If a sailor does not come back,
He found peace in the sea.

It is better to lie on the bottom
The cool blue mist,
The torment in the brutal
Cruel cursed earth.
They will fly year
Will water make a noise,
And the white mists disappear
Black city.

Weep sailor, falling on his face,
The sailor could not explain,
What we must not cry,
What he chose
Best of the roads.
Let orphans forgive him.
Way and have such
If a sailor does not come back,
He found peace in the sea.