Текст песни Вероника Долина - Отпусти меня, пожалуйста

Veronica Valley

Let me go please

Please let me go to the sea.
Let me go at least once a year.
I’m washing green pebbles there.
Or I’ll find seashells ...
Something sea pebbles with us is not a lot!
On Tverskaya in the middle of winter they cannot be found.
And let me go - I and the song are not sad
I’ll try to bring it from the bottom of the sea.

Please let me go to the sea.
In January, promise me ahead.
Otherwise, who will wash the pebbles?
Or pick up a low-profile song?
Sorry my ragged lines.
I hurt myself, I don’t know where.
And poets are unicorns.
Sometimes they go down to the water.

It is difficult for the beast in the middle of the country of prohibitions.
In addition to the Crimea-no more sea to be found.
Only the sea still loves us poets.
But there are almost no poets.
Ah, quite ruddy, nimble, noisy.
Somewhere there is an oblique fathom, an eyebrow in an arc.
But there aren’t my sad lunatics -
Those that pebbles are rolled behind the cheek.