Текст песни Кирилл - Островок

A # m E # 7
Find an island in the middle of the ocean
C # A # m
Where the thought of you will be happiness, not a wound
Fm C
From the air there I weave a maiden
C # E # 7
And I will put my fingers on her body
Fm B #
And a beautiful rose will become you
A # Fm A # Fm
Under the thin cortex of an inflamed brain A-ah-aa

She will take my fever for a feeling
How does she know that my soul is empty.
The way to the madness of the island is not from close ones -
lies in an ocean of misery and whiskey
And look for a ford, so don't go to the beach
My thread of logic has long been torn ...

Losing my mind, having only salt
on a wildly torn wound and pain.
And in fits of thirst I drink my blood
and that Love was not born,
That this sea will dry up with its sun,
which will soon be my home.