Текст песни Вера Матвеева - Рыбачья песня

Poems Novels Matveeva

A snowflake flew low over the sea,
With her, my autumn tune has developed:
Like a snowflake on your cheek
broke up

So melted away
your sail
Smoke on brown roofs ...
Harbor in bright red
Leaves
And scales
Fish;
Gulls with a cry of wrath
Bute the water crests
Black ends
Wings ...
Aaaa ...

Small island, dim village.
There, at the village, you will anchor;
On the fire the ear will stew,
The wind from the sea will cool the pot,
And the fire goes out
At dusk obscure,
In twilight, like a dream
Capricious ...
The sea is restless ...
Net on gray stakes
Like on stilts
Ghost...
Ltd...

I am not sad, although I am a fisherwoman:
What should I sorrow, what should I cry, then?
And the fish soup can cook,
And the fisherman catches fish too ...
Shadow of chin
Waves catches boat -
Sit down
On the shallows;
In the whites of the whites
Recoiled shore
As if sick
And died out ...
Aaaa ...