Текст песни Горе отъ Ума - Море

Wave goes for the wave
Beats about the rocks thrust surf
And suggests heavy stones
His greedy hand
I sit at the gray cliff
On the old boat near the water itself
I look like seagulls lazily sink
Along the tinist beard

And in my head of my beauty
Quiet joy and emptiness
Forgets thoughts, coastal comfort
Only waves are terrible to sing about that somewhere
That somewhere there is war
Ruthing shells, moans land
And hearing are big whales
Tail of seven seas

On the horizon of zipper beat
In dark water and clouds are roar
Run trying to promote sailors
In the expanses of close cabins
I sit at the gray cliff
On the old boat near the water itself
And the wind splashes throws in the face
How to apply for poverty.

Sea externally lifeless but it
full of monstrous life, which is not given
Catch until you go to the bottom.

MOREN, lifeless, but it
full of monstrous life, which is not given
Catch until you go to the bottom.
Bubbles come out from mouth.
In the eyes there is an equivalent of dawn.
In the ears there is an impassive voice, thinking: once, two, three.