Текст песни Табал - Жабры

Verse 1:

Before me is a sea of ​​roads, cars are floating on them.
It's hard to breathe, Waves rise, and I'm suffocating in this dust.

Beckoning greedily beacons-traffic lights filtered gills.
I walk on the instruments under the awl, and life has hemmed in somehow lousy.

On a cloudy evening, the fog leads to the dock-house. And forever ...
Now to the near, then to the distant searchlight, the oncoming ship.

Chorus:

There are no toads in my Sea! Sailors put out fires!
I didn't look for them, but the rocks were cutting my gills!

There are no toads in my Sea! Sailors put out fires!
With a grin my gills ran into the rocks ...

Verse 2:

Winters get in the way of spring. Well, we dry the oars in the garages.
And who pours water does not cease to love fish and ice.

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

She lacks affection, in our port I will break up my flippers.
Do not divide the indivisible into two parts. Fish also have happiness.

Chorus:

There are no toads in my Sea! Sailors are putting out fires!
I didn't look for them, but the rocks were cutting my gills!

There are no toads in my Sea! Sailors put out fires!
With a grin my gills ran into the rocks ...