Текст песни Chihooa-hua - От Сорбонны до Мальты

The sea, you do not want flowers
You are looking for a quarrel with thirst
You are tired of the coast
You wait for the tide soon
And not obedient to the moon
The villain is doing in terms
You scream, she laughs
From your anger burn all bridges
Your wave disturbs the rock
As the jealous wife of your dreams
But he will soon return to her
And you lonely in the blood
You do not calm down for ever
On walking out of the question
The swimmer floats you less
And soon he will fall asleep in you

Chorus:
The hot sand, palm trees brittle
In all-powerful fearless environment
Terrible throw from the Sorbonne to Malta
Stamp not only on me