Текст песни Эдита Пьеха - Каравелла

Three hundred days
I keep my eye on the sea -
I look at the waves until dawn.
I have no other business,
Looking for I sail white
My missing caravel.

I will turn here on the pier
In ice and steel.
And a long three hundred days
I look more closely ...
Farther ...
Farther ...
Into the distance.

The old captain did not reveal the secret,
That I have a caravel.
Hoisting under the wind is cool,
Flashes in the gray morning,
And it is not difficult to overlook it.

You, as well as me,
There is a caravel of all hopes.
And they will run, like shadows,
After believing sleepy laziness,
Do not lose her appearance.

Do not lose...
Do not lose...
Do not lose...
Do not lose...