Текст песни Новелла Матвеева - Бездомный домовой

Ships in the cold sea aching bones white steam,
A moonlight broke out the windows.
And the first frost whitens the mast like a ghost painter
And revmatichen frames creaking ...

   Said schooner showed up on our house -
   In love with swimming, house the homeless!
   It will take the steering,
   What surety head
   And it is not someone else's, and your head!

Hobgoblin
He looked to the sailor in the cockpit,
He lit up on the poop tube
And she licked the ship's log
   (Oh, house the homeless,
   Ship house!) -
And under the veil of smoke was gone ...

   ... Inverted barrel
   First snow on the barrel.
   Somewhere swim left the island.
   As with a bandaged cheek tired man
   Waning moon in the sky curve.
   Kok said: "If you met
      brownie you crank,

   That does not blab about it to anyone! "
   A steering blabbed about the brownie,
               and it is a sign,
   That house was not his.

What did not go to the sailor in the cockpit,
I do not smoke on the poop tube
Not flashed a sly mist in the stern ...

   Ship house,
   Oh, give us your voice!
   Ay! Ay!
   Ah ah ah!
   Oh oh oh!

   Look to the sailor in the cockpit!
   Lit up on the poop tube!
   Makhno mitten fur! ..

Waves foam boil,
And timbers creak,
And at the helm steering sad ...

Novella Matveeva. Law songs.
Moscow: Soviet Writer, 1983.