Текст песни Алексей Витаков - Тролль

A wave rises, dropping salt
With a hiss, he sharpens a cold stone.
A lone troll sits on a stone
And the wind touches the sleeves.

The ugliness has long been forgotten how to forgive
They didn’t know how to forgive loneliness,
And the troll out of habit in the sleeve of a cloak
He laughs at something, hugging his knees.

CHORUS:
Bom-boom, fairy tales fly.
Boom boom, don't cry for them.
Bom-bom-bom-bom, the colors faded
And the magic cloak was leaked.
Bom bom bom bom, fairies dancing
Bom bom bom bom beneath the harpsichord
Bom bom bom bom but you dare not
You don’t dare, don’t ask.
Do not ask for a cold wind.
Don’t ask, close your mouth.
Do not ask everyone in the world -
It will not help, you are too old.
Do not ask everyone in the world -
It will not help, you are too old.

A wave breaks like an old thread
Dyed with sunset copper.
But still it was worth it, it was worth swimming
To the witch's curse

Where the ominous castles stand
Where the sea laughs at the word "pity."
And the troll looks bored
On the gray rocks, on what remains.

CHORUS.