Текст песни Анастасия Гумилева - Океановое

"Oceanic"

Everyone has their own ocean.
And you know, everyone drowns in their own way.
It is customary to simply ask out of politeness: "How are you there?"
But ... you know, no one cares about your insane pain.
Do you drown sadness in music or extinguish it in alcohol?
People don't care.
They have enough of their oceans
And sometimes there are just puddles in the soul and black personal grief.

Someone goes "on women" or "to the left"
Without feelings and attachment ...
It is easier for someone to put on rose-colored glasses and look through them into the sky:
Someone to come up with their own script and cute fairy tales

Someone drowns himself, leaving with his whales to the bottom
Someone catches others after him
And someone leaves completely. Forever and ever.
Only the others don't care.
Whether you were today or yesterday, you weren't.

Each has its own ocean of endless expanses:
A rebellious storm or calm calm,
A lone whale - which is full of longing
Used to sail thousands of miles in a night
Or silent seagulls on minute flights
Everyone has their own ocean and their own way to sink
Crash like a splash of waves, drown the pain in rum shots
Each of us chooses our own path

Each of us can swim to the depths
Thoughts, emotions, and terrible loneliness
Everyone, their "ocean" world studies in length, width ...
Just emerge in time -
It's the most important

Everyone has their own ocean ..
And each goes to the bottom and drowns in its own way ..