A song about the unlucky navigator


More than once I have a ship to sail
Far led.
From the farthest harbor
The roads are.

For blue fog
I recognize the stars,
With winds, hurricanes
I inquired my wheel.

But the girl under the lindens
Not rolling wave
As if everywhere reefs
It is surrounded by.

Between the reefs near the river bank
All navigators will
But personally proud girl
Much more difficult route.

She flew to her brave falcon,
But things did not go in store.
I walked around the bush -
Path could not be found.

I walked around the bush,
Sixth year so go,
As if I, comrades,
Superurgent serve ...