A lone white sail through fog appears.
Confounded translators - unite!
His plot in alien frontiers,
to make a verb from simple - "white".
The Dutch have patches in their sails,
Australian seas are malachite.
Those foreign frivolous details,
Our seas - true blue, our sails white!
My song is sung, don't mean to rush you,
the rebel yacht is safe on beach.
The whitest sails we have in Russia!
that's why our life is such a _ _ _ _ _.
peach?