Текст песни Эдуард Хиль - Песня о рыбаке

The fisherman leaves in his dangerous way.
 "Farewell," says his wife.
 Maybe he'll have to rest,
 Fall asleep on a sandy bottom.
 The fisherman will cast a glance at the shore,
 Swarthy waved his hand ...
 If the fisherman did not come back,
 He found peace in the sea.

 Chorus:
 It's better to lie in the dark,
 In the blue cool mist,
 Than to suffer on severe,
 A cruel, damned land.
 There will be noise from the water,
 Will fly a year,
 And in white mists they will disappear
 Black cities.

 The fisherman will cry, falling face down.
 The fisherman could not explain,
 That you do not need to cry, that he chose
 The best of the roads.
 Let the orphans forgive him,
 The way they have such,
 If the fisherman did not come back,
 He found peace in the sea.