Текст песни Юлия Каберова - Мета

Meta

What is going on with me?
The dream shows me;
Acting trinket
And what it becomes!

Drill came into the sea
In northern swimming,
A knife on the Christmas tree
I left Metochka to me.

“He will overgrow,” he told me, “
Storms do not have mercy:
Do not come to the harbor,
Do not see sweetheart.

And I'm languishing, girl,
And I go to Kruchi:
Acting trinket
And completely exhausted.

Every day again
I cut the meta.
Oceanovo sea,
Dal-road bright,

Is it alive where he is around the world
Wandering? Smile something!

Waves walk along the sea
Clouds walk around the sky.

Fresh winds blow
But you can’t see a drill ...

Is I really cutting
Stop our Christmas tree?!