Текст песни Морекорабли - Плачет ребенок

I am a lonely child
I walk along the seashore
I have two on the way
beautiful shells
Guys say do not come
There Chernobyl and counselors
I need a shell with a
Pull ears and listen
Surf
When wings grew from shells
I realized that this flying fish
They often fly in our house
When the shells grew claws
I ponyal- my hasty conclusions!
Crying baby retarded
Where flew all the crabs?

I am a lonely child
I walk along the seashore
I have two on the way
beautiful shells
Homes all not up to me
Born nephew
My grandmother had an operation on his eyes
On the nudist beach beach young bodies
Bute each other's sides like boats
Stoke sea morality
Miss July Miss February Miss September Miss April
They're coming in Krushavel
At sea, float and drowned wreaths
Who first sailed takes hours!