Song of the Sea Dreams


From the blue waves in the distance,
In one town near Moscow.
Naughty boy growing up
And I dreamed of long cruises.

He only sea songs taught
He wore a naval cap,
He built a pier in a stream
And he brought the brigantine in hand.
He built a pier in a stream
And he brought the brigantine in the hand

In the life of a lot of different ways,
But the dream of his boy ashore.
Year after year passed a string,
Guy met with blue wave.

And now conquering the sea,
Recalls the seafarer that are not in vain,
Brigantine blew in brook
Near Moscow in his native town.
Brigantine blew in brook
Near Moscow hometown.