Скрипач на лугу

I evening somehow wandered docks,
I spit into the sea and smoked in silence ...
Over the noise of the surf as I heard
Such sang drunken fisherman:

OL.
Wrap me in a blanket,
After all, I have to get up I can not ...
Because soon I will
Far from here,
Where violinist playing in the meadow ...

On these meadows, I heard a long time,
Although it is doubtful somehow it.
Talk about them not just the elderly -
There after death are fishermen.

OL. Wrap me in a blanket ...

And here's what else I can add:
There are women and pubs at every step,
In the pub bartender pour you a free,
There's a fresh beer on the branches grow ...

OL. Wrap me in a blanket ...

Once meadows and someone calls me,
Friends in a blanket wrapped around me.
Over the rainbow, I'll run barefoot,
And meet me the violin in a meadow ...