Текст песни Белая гвардия - Бенгальский залив

I go on the pavement,
Snow the snow shoe,
And in my soul sings
Liverpool plate.
No doubt nor loss
Instead of buttons - thread,
I did something with me
New Year card!

Fly to those edges
Where from the heat of the palm moan,
Eternal Rickshaw rides to heaven,
Chocolate and sad.
The ocean lies at the feet
I almost got used to him,
And on the wet on the sand
Mailing trail from a motorcycle.

Sari in the sky flies,
So we flew once,
Someone painted us
At the water in the rays of the sunset.
I dive with my head
In foam white with a runway,
I choke from the throat
Burning snow ...