Текст песни Жанна Голякова и проект КОМА - Корабли

Ships on the road parting
diverge into different ones.
Scatter in different ones.
They are in a hurry somewhere.

Ships know each other
completely destroy.
Destroy to the end
making yourself ugly.

The ships are so fond of
sometimes to anchor.
Clutching anchors,
accumulating a cork behind our backs,

rustle against each other,
to test each other timidly;
and hum loudly
and let the waves ashore.

And then, by morning,
ships diverge into different ones.
Scatter in different
they are in a hurry somewhere.

Destroy each other
break the water surface.
The pieces of iron are cold.
Pathetic.
ugly.