Морская болезнь [Morskaya bolezn'] [English translation]

A crashed Il-62* is falling

And hanging on the wires

Silent horizons are melting

In blue cozy morning fires

At night, as usual, ola-la

The waves will run over, ola-la

I'm fed up with sea sickness

I closed my eyes, I have

Compasses, sailors, guitar and tears

Lie on the oars, we're sitting on the anchor**

And tell me, are you still in love

When the masts pierce like the spikes

This is a heart on the cliffs, these are fishes on the pines

This is me having lost my way, failing to find a phone

At night, as usual, ola-la

The waves will run over, ola-la

I'm fed up with sea sickness

I closed my eyes, I have

Compasses, sailors, guitar and tears

Lie on the oars, we're sitting on the anchor

The waves are dancing all the same

They'd better wash away forever

When the thugs die of love

The mermaids will throw money to me

At night, as usual, ola-la

The waves will run over, ola-la

I'm fed up with sea sickness

I closed my eyes, I have

Compasses, sailors, guitar and tears

Lie on the oars, we're sitting on the anchor

• Artist:Mumiy Troll
• Album:Морская