Текст песни Мария Чайковская и Гуша Катушкин - Море внутри

We looked into the distance and did not understand what was happening,
Where are we and where , Friday , Wednesday whether
But it was the last day in the Crimea.
Nobody thought not wondered
Nobody . That nowhere spinning arrows hours ,
And on the doors squeaked invisible bolt ,
And cloud - frigates anchor in the sand,
Crystal threw .
And seemingly no premonitions anyone
No signs , no signs. Forgetting about everything ,
We lived his last day in the Crimea
And missed the point
When, suddenly nowhere swung cup weights
And on the doors creaked invisible bolt ,
And cloud - frigates anchor in the sand
Crystal threw ,
The waiter brought us September already account,
I so wanted to be with you a little bit more .
And rinsed surf rustling his cloak
My broken sandals .