Текст песни Люба Хорева - Летучий корабль

Who takes whom to pity,
At whom is more mortal a sting?
I ran away, you ran away -
Who is sick?
Our ship with a broken bottom
Saving, it became lighter and purer.
I'm alive, and you're looking for everything.
Me on the bottom.

Here it is, this shop,
Where they sell scarlet silk.
I will state confidently: give one hundred and twenty-two pieces!
It's not so sweet,
My native croaker -
In Moscow, in Caperna, do you seek.

Indispensable coin,
Behind you for a corner of light
Scarlet Sail & "Secret";
I'm rushing and bursting.
It's hot here, it's damp for me here.
I traveled half the world.
Where are you, respond, main-vira,
My best load?

Here it is, Caperna,
The red towers of the Kremlin,
Only someone punished
We are in possession of a dream.
Slowly but surely
The earth swims down.
My ship is flying ...
The devil knows what!

Who is more lethal than pity?
I flew in, broke a little
Masts, a little sword-arrow-stings
And voices.
From the clouds descend, well,
I have been living on land for a long time,
It's only birds' souls
So they aspire to heaven.