Текст песни Табал - 9. Жабры

1 verse:

Before me is the Sea of ​​roads, cars are floating on them.
It’s hard to breathe, the Waves rise, and I gasp in this dust.

Manila eagerly beacons filtered gills.
I’m going through the instruments under the awl, and life hemmed somehow lousy.

On a cloudy evening, fog leads to the marina. And forever ...
Either on the near, then on the far spotlight an oncoming ship.

Chorus:

There are no frogs in my sea! Sailors put out fires!
I did not look for them, but the rocks cut my gills!

There are no frogs in my sea! Sailors put out fires!
My gills ran into the rocks with a grin ...

Verse 2:

Winters interfere with spring. Well, in the garages we dry the oars.
And whoever pours water does not stop loving fish and ice.

He asks the helm in his hands until the moment of separation.
It can be understood, rapid pulse, afraid of crushing the boat.

She doesn’t have enough affection, in our port I’ll ruin my flippers.
Do not divide the indivisible into two parts. Fish also have happiness.

Chorus:

There are no frogs in my sea! Sailors put out fires!
I did not look for them, but the rocks cut my gills!

There are no frogs in my sea! Sailors put out fires!
My gills ran into the rocks with a grin ...