Текст песни Юрий Урилов - Ломтик медового месяца

Do not forget never,
how the water pours into the wharf,
and how air is a spear-
as a lifeline.

And next to it - gulls,
and yachts in the sky watching,
and the clouds are flying above,
Like a flock of ducklings.

Let it be in your heart,
like a fish, beats alive
and a scrap of fragments
our lives together.

Let the oysters be heard crunching,
let the bush grow bristling.
And let it help you
a passion that has reached the lips,

understand - without the help of words -
like the foam of the sea shafts,
reaching the ground,
gives rise to crests in the distance.