A lonely sail's showing up white in The bluish mist of quiet sea… What has it left for good at homeland? What far land does it hope to see?
Cool waves are playing, wind is singing, The mast is squeaking, bending down… Alas, - no happiness it's seeking! And not from happiness it runs.
An azure stream runs under the stern, A golden ray plays with the breeze… And hе, rebellious, begs for a rainstorm As if in storms he finds his peace!..
A lonely sail's showing up white in The bluish mist of quiet sea… What has it left for good at homeland? What far land does it hope to see?
Cool waves are playing, wind is singing, The mast is squeaking, bending down… Alas, - no happiness it's seeking! And not from happiness it runs.
An azure stream runs under the stern, A golden ray plays with the breeze… And hе, rebellious, begs for a rainstorm As if in storms he finds his peace!..