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Pearl

Blue sea, splashes blue sea,
Crest of waves are sparkling like gold, silver and pearl.
Sorrow, my deep sorrow
Echoes by the groaning wind around this
Cliffy shores.

Captain, old and tired,
He equipped the ship - the merchant travelled overseas.
Into copper casket, heavy and impervious
He locked pearls and jewelries.

Lastly raised the anchor,
To the water spirit send the sailors their appeals
Throwing overboard coins,
Golden rings and diamonds - Offerings to mighty seas.

Sea will collect it's tribute,
Things which so dear to you
Take, what I gave!
Swirling wave!

Asked the old sea captain
To maintain the custom, but the owner then replied:
"I need silver more, than
Soulless waves that beat and splash against the mooring line"

Noone waited troubles...
Suddenly on third night tempest grasped the merchant ship.
Waves were crashing 'round and
Caught the merchant's daughter, swept away to blackened sea.

Sea will collect it's tribute,
Things which so dear to you.
My precious child, my pearl
Was taken away by sullen fate.

Russian version: «Жемчужина».


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