Текст песни Эдуард Асадов - Остров романтики

From the Arctic to Antarctica
People have passed the whole world.
And only the island of Romantica
They did not deposit any cards.

And it exists, notice,
There are both the moon and mountains,
But there is not a single skeptic
And not a single resonator.

Neither the whispers of the townsfolk,
Neither boredom nor sadness.
There live only dreamers,
Lovers and cranks.

There are blue cliffs there
And all the winds of the voice,
White albatrosses
And scarlet sails.

There is a bay of Don Quixote,
And Cape Robinson is.
The guitar is at a premium,
And the first word is "honor"!

There are plenty of tourist trails,
And before every fire
Turtles with dill eat
Under the strong Jamaican rum.

There the song is often crowned
Cup in colored silver,
A woman who has offended
Burned at the stake.

Guitars ring at night,
To the constellations of the rocket,
There's always always poetry
Lovers say.

From the Arctic to Antarctica
People have passed the whole world,
And only the island of Romantica
They did not deposit any cards.

But, really, you do not need to feel sad
About maps. The thing is,
That the island is always near -
He lives in your heart!