Текст песни Настя Кинаш - Ассоль

They say, "calm down ..." - hear Assol?
They say: "sow their wild oats, works out to zero,
Cool down, tired, settle on soft bottom ... ".
And the sea rages and bends elastically glass.
And the pier boards rot and shrill squeak,
Bellied schooner helpless silly kittens,
Fearfully steep, silyatsya throw away,
The ebullient waves in salty hlёstkuyu night.
And you know, gonna, that the storm is only a trifle,
No penalty heavenly and whitish backbone
Distant and terrible tales of the prophetic words,
And in the bedroom dark under the rustle of a wall clock.
And in the bedroom can not sleep, you hear voices downstairs,
As the wind tears without pity red sails.
No one will return. The larynx mustard and salt.
They say, "calm down ..." - hear Assol?