Текст песни Море у Поля - Стопом на Крым.

"Beefeater" does not refresh us -
This night we are so killed by the heat!
You sit and knit a sweater
And in the window opposite a mountain feast.

We have no money at all
It has been several days on the Mivin.
I am a reptile and a neurasthenic
I love you for a cross of blood.

This summer I became proud -
I'm tired of this smoke.
And it would be better to pull
Stop to the Crimea.

And at this time of the year
So hang out in the south!
With the absurdity of the chest of drawers
Defile on wadded feet.

And here the rivers dried up,
There is no rain and the seas are empty
And all the compartments are battened down
And, probably, we were wasted.

This summer I became proud -
I'm tired of this smoke.
And it would be better to pull
Stop to the Crimea.

Suddenly it became scary
This city is disgustingly small.
Everything is clear to me here for a long time
I'm really tired of these faces.

Leave memorized phrases
Like: "How can we continue to live with you?"
And, even if your sweater is not tied,
I would like to suggest something:

This summer I became proud -
I'm tired of this smoke.
Let's wake up and shit
Stop to the Crimea.