Текст песни The Dartz - Cutty Sark

It seems that the world is ending?
And the seagulls return,
Forgive, go to heaven.
And there is no more sail
From Bristol to Cadiz,
When burned "Cutty Sark"

When burned "Cutty Sark"
In the rays of a cold dawn,
And, like a frost clothed,
She left on the light sails.
Opening the newspaper in the morning,
One sailor said to another:
"Come on, buddy, closer to home,
Let's remember the older sister. "
Her burned rigging
Not suitable for long races
And the navigator cried like a child,
After reading a report in the newspaper, -
And along the coastal cities
A signal was flying, faster than a sigh, -
Burned, the Epoch was over
Great Sailing Ships

When the "Cutty Sark" burned down,
I saw a dream in my cabin:
At home, where other people's people sleep,
Cold morning Hyde Park.
But, above the cranes and bridges,
Berths and deserted bars,
On the gulf of night and nightmares
Slide the silver skeleton
Somewhere in the distance, behind the lighthouses,
Leaving the cross on the starry sky,
And the ships in the near roadstead
Give a long whistle.
And along the coastal cities
The signal flares faster than a sigh:
Burned, the Epoch was over
Great Sailing Ships

It seems that the world is ending,
And the seagulls return,
Forgive, go to heaven.
And there is no more sail
From Bristol to Cadiz,
When burned "Cutty Sark"
When burned "Cutty Sark"