Текст песни Виктор Берковский - Морская трава

This spicy feather bed
The sea washed ashore
The sun has evaporated water, -
It turned out well.
I came and took off my sneakers,
And covered his shirt with his shirt
And he sang: "Pa-pa-ru-pa-ru!" -
It turned out well.
And next door is this blue
Cast mica
The ocean with its blue
Salted water.
This one, in moles-ships,
Clumsy back
These crabs, these crabs,
This strong wave.

This beach is like happiness
And from the abyss - tops.
I partially covered my eyes, -
It turned out well.
And he sang and sparkled
The ocean in my brain ...
Land i rat
And hanging around on the beach!
I would have the wind, I would have a pitching -
La la la la!
Blue-eyed fisherwoman -
La la la la!
I would throw this shore
And sail in reality ...
That's a whim!
And the heart believes
What really sailed away ...
What really sailed away!