Текст песни В. Зозулин - Сказочный остров

Somewhere, among unprecedented latitudes,
The fabulous island lives like childhood.
Magic dream flight island
The island where you arrive too
Where do you arrive.

The red sun is burning in the sky!
Pirates are racing in full sail!
The Indians are dancing, the surf is roaring ...
Childhood, what a pity to part with you!
What a pity to part with you ...

We have matured and are often sad ...
We really want to return to the island.
We would be on the island, but that's the trouble:
An adult does not remember the way there!
Doesn't remember the road there ...