Белеет парус одинокий ... (Хозяин яхты – нувориш)...

A lone sail whitens ...
                (The owner of the yacht is nouveau riche)
What is he looking for in a distant country? ...
                (Freaky life and profit)
Waves play - the wind blows ...
                (Exaggerated little)
Alas! he is not looking for happiness ...
                (And how to fill your wallet)
Underneath is a stream of brighter blue ...
                (Goodbye English Strong Ale)
And he, rebellious, asks for the storm ...
                (And marks the mast like a male)
 
                (Long time no taxes paid)
He is not running from happiness! ...
                (Hand trembling, do not hold legs)
And the mast bends and creaks ...
                (I wanted to know the prosecutor's office)
What he threw in his native land ...
                (Yes, do not catch up with the mentor)
In the fog of the blue sea! ...
                (It will sparkle soon Interpol)
Above him is a sword a ray of golden sun ...
                (And he freaks out on the verge of foul)
As if there was peace in the storms!