U lad'i moey na machtakh bely i bagryany parusa,
A s bortov u nosa smotryat zorkie zelyonye glaza:
Vidyat rify, smerchi, meli, vidyat skvoz' tuman
I chuzhuyu parallel', i nash meridian,
I pryamoy poputnyy veter v belykh i bagryanykh parusakh.
Putevodnym vernym zvyozdam rasskazhu ya o svoey lyubvi,
Chto menya okrugoy sveta po moryam okrainnym veli.
Mne milee ta zvezda, chto doma by zhdala,
Iz travy solenoy pokryvalo by tkala.
Esli ya vernus' domoy, to rasskazhu ey o svoey lyubvi.
Yey, chernogrivyy, radushnyy, revnivyy,
My ne mertvy, ne zhivy, my v puti…
Yey, zhestokiy, sedoy, sineokiy,
Tvoi volny gluboki, no sudno po nim letit…
Znat' by, chto otvetit nam bezvechnyy, beskonechnyy okean;
Pokryvalo vod sobral volnami tonkiy shnur-meridian.
Nam sluzhili pravdoy-veroy rak i kozerog,
Tol'ko sluzhbe ikh primernoy nyne vyshel srok.
Vremya otpustit' nas iz svoikh obyatiy, drevniy okean!
Yey, chernogrivyy, radushnyy, revnivyy,
My ne mertvy, ne zhivy, my v puti…
Yey, zhestokiy, sedoy, sineokiy,
Tvoi volny gluboki, no sudno po nim letit…
Putevodnym vernym zvyozdam rasskazhu ya o svoey lyubvi…
