Текст песни Дядя Го - Паром

From the coast goes steam to the shore,
Twelve times at night, thirteen every day
Rotates the disease iron screw
A hundred years hopelessly he is looking for his home

Oh, how sad trains will rattle in the forest ...
But for what we, my angel, such trouble?
Oh, how sad trains will rattle in the forest ...
But for what we, my angel, such trouble?

And at night, the ferry illuminates the star,
She, like he, does not find nests
Years over the star, under the ferry water
He will die soon, but she is never