Текст песни Гена Сорокин - Источник

You - the sea of ​​my dreams,
Weaving in the palm of emptiness.
Water seems to be full of salt,
But much sweat burns strength.
Open your eyes, because the tears do not flow back,
And for just closed, salty flavor
It adds gusto, but the source seems to be like a dried up.
Are you going to check late at night,
But the only companion to shreds.
And if not that a lasting peace, then I'd have been,
But the source dried up, alas ...

I wander along the bottom in search of the eyelashes,
After Alcan must drink.
And let the dream of the beloved fairway
And I will break his arms in front of the patch,
At the touch without a card, be sure to find,
To cry
Heart native karate.
Large drops.

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