Текст песни Елена Ваенга - Матросик

The evening sailed in the small town
And in the tavern wine on the money
Pour out, and I play
Propoyu respected audience

In our city there lived a girl
Sixteen years old, Christmas tree-sticks
Yes, I'm not lying, in front of others
She blossomed with a violet

She was born in our city
At birth, called Irochka
And once on the deck
The sailor saw in the uncapped

How did he see our Irochka
And what's next - well, you know yourself
Dropped on the floor
And I fell in love with her without a memory

He did not sleep at night and suffered
And from the secret woes of desire
He believed that everything would turn out
And invited her on a date

The evening sailed in the small town
In that avenue, yes near the arch
Our sailor, unsure of himself
He stood and held the falochek

And she thought on that day -
Well, why would she have a sailor in her coat?
And a handkerchief on the shoulders thrown over
She ran to another Irochka

And he waited until the rising of the white
In that avenue, yes near the arch
And the broken heart is poor
And wilted in hand falochki

Torn your soul, Irochka
On two ribbons from kozyryzychki
And on the deck the wind rages
Our sailor went and hanged himself

There is no alley - the alley is felled
I married civilian Irochka
Oh, for a soul was shattered
Incomplete no-stretch