Когда отплывал, как я был непорочен,
Как был вдохновлён и не ведал греха.
Мой парусник был быстроходен и прочен.
Мы были готовы искать берега.
Когда я приплыл к побережью Бенгальскому,
Увидел я связку ключей на песке.
Первый от разума, второй был от счастья,
А третий я вырвал на память себе.
Не нужно брать вещи, не зная хозяев.
Ich liebe не верить ошибкам других.
Тот ключ отречение в душу вселяет,
Lio ceno оставить средь истин морских.
Когда я вернулся седой и порочный,
Давних друзей узнавал во врагах.
Ключ с моей шеи свисал на цепочке,
Мой парусник был изничтожен в штормах.
Теперь ты взираешь в глазницы пустые,
В них раньше сияли две юных звезды.
Прошу я о помощи, Дева Мария.
Молитвы мои горячи и честны.
But you don't believe me, you're crying and singing
And looking at me as desirable traum.
Can you forget my mistakes in the evening?
And morning will come with excusable sun.
I am regrettable, I am forbidden.
As much in this land, as in your loving heart.
Can you remember, how long was Ich liebe?
Can you let me come back at the start?
Можешь ли ты мне позволить сначала
В чувствах признаний дорогу начать?
When I set sail, how blameless I was
How inspired and did not know sin.
My sailboat was fast and durable.
We were ready to search the coast.
When I sailed to the Bengal coast,
I saw a bunch of keys in the sand.
The first was from reason, the second was from happiness,
And the third I pulled out as a keepsake.
No need to take things without knowing the owners.
Ich liebe does not believe the mistakes of others.
That key instills in the soul the denial
Lio ceno leave among the truths of the sea.
When I came back gray-haired and vicious,
He recognized old friends in enemies.
A key hung from my neck on a chain
My sailboat was destroyed in the storms.
Now you look into the eye sockets empty
They used to shine two young stars.
I ask for help, Virgin Mary.
My prayers are ardent and honest.
But you don't believe me, you're crying and singing
And looking at me as desirable traum.
Can you forget my mistakes in the evening?
And morning will come with excusable sun.
I am regrettable, I am forbidden.
As much in this land, as in your loving heart.
Can you remember how long was Ich liebe?
Can you let me come back at the start?
Can you let me first
In the feelings of recognition, the way to begin?