Говорят моряки никогда не плачут (анг)(v.2),перевод на анг.и промт Valery Ostrovsky

[Verse 1] (style (The Weeknd/H.E.R./Giveon vibe)
The shore is fading in a hazy blue,
Somewhere astern, the home pier waits in view.
You lit a candle in the window, just to keep me near,
I sailed away into the ocean—like walking into the end, my dear.

The wind is tearing sails and charts apart,
Your voice inside my chest, a guiding light from the start.
So many miles I’ve crossed, I can’t count them all,
But I still hold your quiet laugh, your hands, your warm gaze, that’s all.

[Chorus]
They say sailors never cry,
But the salty wind burns my eyes.
We slip into the night, leaving our trace behind,
Just to come back again, one year down the line.

Sailors don’t beg—they just wait,
Till the waves wash the weight away.
And there on the pier, it’s still you, I know,
Waiting with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, glowing low.

[Verse 2]
Somewhere beyond the breaking line of the tide,
You walk across the wet sand, with the sea by your side.
Letters drift like seagulls, fading into the sky,
I catch them in my heart, before they disappear, I try.

It’s so cold and empty out here on the waves,
Only the stars remind me of the shine in your gaze.
I write to you with every storm that hits me hard,
“Just wait for me, I swear I’ll come back, every word is true.”

[Chorus]
They say sailors never cry,
But the salty wind burns my eyes.
We slip into the night, leaving our trace behind,
Just to come back again, one year down the line.

Sailors don’t beg—they just wait,
Till the waves wash the weight away.
And there on the pier, it’s still you, I know,
Waiting with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, glowing low.

[Bridge]
Just the roar of the surf, just the deep blue of the sky,
Thousands of miles between us, but I never feel alone, I try.
I hear you breathing close, even through the fog and rain,
Through every distant storm, you’re right here again.

I promise I’ll return when the ice finally melts away,
When the moon rises once more above the water’s sway.
Just wait… I’m already on my way home, I swear.

[Chorus ](building up)
They say sailors never cry,
But the salty wind burns my eyes.
We slip into the night, leaving our trace behind,
Just to come back again, one year down the line.

Sailors don’t beg—they just wait,
Till the waves wash the weight away.
And there on the pier, it’s still you, I know,
Waiting with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, glowing low.

[Outro ](fading)
Waiting… waiting…
Sailors never cry…
(Whisper) I’ll be back.