Текст песни 5. Аня Воробей - Я устала

I'm tired, tired, tired
From scandals rat race
Time fell as the brig at the pier
And put out the beacon lights

Somewhere there is a turquoise gave
Yellow beach and cheerful laughter
It was called the Gulf of separation,
Well, the sea, the loss of hope

And by crying and moaning for hours
With the first breezes tear with chains
And fighting over "fatigue"
I get to my kinsmen seas

And on the rusty anchor chains,
Caravans with empty holds
And no one came to meet them
And the team enveloped madness

Only the Flying Dutchman in the fog
Sometimes appears here
And beautiful mirages
In the distance, floating city

And by crying and moaning for hours
With the first breezes tear with chains
And fighting over "fatigue"
I get to my kinsmen seas