Текст песни Олег Чубыкин - Твоё тело пахнет морем

Second day in a travel bag
Sleep with restless sleep
At that end of the rain I will wait for you

Your body smells like the sea
Sea sand in the comlers
I'm leaving this city
Which one of us is more alone

Ships sleep quietly in the roadstead
The stars are closer at the ends of the earth
Angry, but this is not serious
Summer is always a season for tears here

Revelations and confessions
Turn to dust in the morning.
I come back always in love
Your colonial style.

Last evening will hardly be remembered
There's a storm coming tomorrow morning
You laugh, this is not serious
Summer is always a season for tears here

Second day in a travel bag
Sleep with restless sleep
At that end of the rain I will wait for you ...