Текст песни Jane Air - Могила моряка

Cold stairs twilight
And encrypts the St. Petersburg courts
I open that night.
Tired individual strings and disputes
Hoarse voice from within
Screams: & quot; Run off more & quot;
I drink, I lie down here on the bottom
Until the end of the wine

Grave of a sailor, sailor's grave
This is not a storm, not the sea and the river.
Gypsy foretold and not lying hand
The boy had ruined bottle and longing.

And I'm more than a drink,
That muddy water
Have not seen one
Sitting around the table.
Someone pokes me with a knife,
I ask myself,
Who do I send signals sos.

Grave of a sailor, sailor's grave
This is not a storm, not the sea and the river.
Gypsy foretold and not lying hand
The boy had ruined bottle and longing.