Текст песни Пряша - Прощальное

Each of us is the sea - I hear a sloshing inside .
and all my thoughts into a single pattern .
close eyes.
do not look

how to drown me frigates hope and chance encounters .
and it does not meet views
alas - we have
not save .

moon at the end , which means you will not save the tides .
let sit for good luck
she needs
new haven

See , poured scarlet sunset at the edge of the surf
ship him tired
Take your time !
going back ..