Текст песни Anthony mic - sea

My room is the sea
My fortress and my ship
I often hear the sound of the surf
Cries of seagulls, personal ensemble.

My fish live on the walls
Their tails are sketching for me
Sea foam helps
Three seashells and a dove gray.

The taste of salt water and sky
Feeling of freedom and wind
I don't need your bread
I feed on a piece of dawn.

Loneliness is not grief
When the red sunset burns ...
You let people into your sea
And they kill fish.

no, I don't need more sunrises
we will flood all our paths
wake up naked on monday
and put flowers on the speakers

I float to another river
i meet beautiful fish
they will eventually become killed
will be sold for a fake world

I want to give you freedom
spilling water from the banks
the sea sways in bad weather
imagine a world without enemies

seasons of years are not important here
these waters are always alive
every sea is so different
each sea has its own worlds

If the submarine does not sink,
so it is necessary,
If the flowers do not bloom, then they are mortal,
I lacked peace, maybe freedom
Sometimes I missed that silence

so hunting in gusts to turn cities into foam
give freedom to nature to pierce the bushes
people are so eager to fill these spaces
not understanding there is nothing to patch, leaving no emptiness here

on the plain walking past the rock
illuminate that bad weather in yourself

when the wind touches the heart
thoughts about this and that and that