Текст песни Фронт - Посвящение Куршской Косе

I see gray waves
BEAUTY of the black stones
At sea, all the people quiet,
In his own safe.
Lighthouse winked in sorrow
Almost leaving summer
He undoubtedly got
These storms and winds ...

Oh, sea, sad sea,
As you so many stories.
I do not want to leave, but to stay here,
To see these sunsets,
It is not safe for my head,
Where the wind flying, we run to
Where are you and where is my head?
Oh, the sea, the bright sea,
I'll be back to you, I go back a priori
To stand in your patrol
Whisper words of your song ...
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Footprints in the sand erased the wind
I knew that someone in the reply,
For those who tamed it,
But he did not notice anything.
Only saw the gray wave
BEAUTY of the black stones.
At sea, all the people are calm
And even in their country ...