sat at my desk this morning and wept with the unexpected shock of nostalgia, sent from across the ocean, from an unlikely source, from a rare beauty

Muslim Magomaev, with the charming name so clearly evocative of his rich cultural background, the "King of Songs," the pop star with the voice of an opera singer, entreating the sea to take him far, far way

Сердце, как друга море встречает 
Сердце, как песня летит из груди 

The heart, like a friend, is met by the sea
The heart, like a song, flies from your chest