Lyrics Неизвестен - Якубович П. Альбатрос. чит. А. Долгов
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Когда в морском пути тоска грызет матросов,
Они, досужий час желая скоротать,
Беспечных ловят птиц, огромных альбатросов,
Которые суда так любят провожать.
И вот, когда царя любимого лазури
На палубе кладут, он снежных два крыла,
Умевших так легко парить навстречу бури,
Застенчиво влачит, как два больших весла
Быстрейший из гонцов, как грузно он ступает!
Краса воздушных стран, как стал он вдруг смешон!
Дразня, тот в клюв ему табачный дым пускает,
Тот веселит толпу, хромая, как и он.
Поэт, вот образ твой! Ты также без усилья
Летаешь в облаках, средь молний и громов,
Но исполинские тебе мешают крылья
Внизу ходить, в толпе, средь шиканья глупцов.
When in the sea route melancholy gnaws sailors,
They, idle time wanting to pass,
Careless catch birds, huge albatrosses,
Which ships so love to see off.
And so, when the king's favorite azure
On the deck they lay, he snows two wings,
Those who know how to so easily meet the storm
Shyly drags like two big oars
The fastest of messengers, how heavy he steps!
The beauty of the air of countries, as he suddenly became funny!
Teasing, he lets tobacco smoke into his beak,
He amuses the crowd, limping like him.
Poet, here is your image! You are also without effort
You fly in the clouds, amidst lightning and thunder,
But gigantic wings bother you
Down to walk, in the crowd, among the boom of the fools.
They, idle time wanting to pass,
Careless catch birds, huge albatrosses,
Which ships so love to see off.
And so, when the king's favorite azure
On the deck they lay, he snows two wings,
Those who know how to so easily meet the storm
Shyly drags like two big oars
The fastest of messengers, how heavy he steps!
The beauty of the air of countries, as he suddenly became funny!
Teasing, he lets tobacco smoke into his beak,
He amuses the crowd, limping like him.
Poet, here is your image! You are also without effort
You fly in the clouds, amidst lightning and thunder,
But gigantic wings bother you
Down to walk, in the crowd, among the boom of the fools.