Текст песни Дмитро Линник - І небо невмите і заспані хвилі

And the sky is ignorant, and the waves are dying;
And over the coast, away
It's like a drunken cane
Without a wind bends. Dear god!
Will there be more for me
In this unclosed prison,
Above this is a worthless sea
To spoil the world? Do not say
Keep silent and bend, as if alive
In the steppe, green grass;
Do not want to say true
And nobody else to ask.