Текст песни Ochirov - Бермудский треугольник

It inspires not Red Bull, and whiskey and notebook sheets
and like tomorrow, yes, like stop spending
our lives on proeby frequent
open door blue and nights happy.

then at the helm of the faith, and in an attempt to not go aground
by gnashing of teeth
warm calm hope.
mermaid midnight, reefs death -
we are somewhere in between.

where we will blue waves
on the horizon can be seen only the dead sea
her eyes lighthouse, and I miss you terribly
but to find the light, and not be at the bottom of the Titanic.

mind in the depths, and quietly waiting for the storm,
pauses in the personal pages write something
happiness - Emerald, but faith is and I'm floating
until we are carried away by the river in a green smoke

called a fool? but happiness in pain
my room - Bermuda Triangle
where I lose all that is dear and sacred
hope and time
sobriety and faith
conscience.
crumpled on the bed.
Yes, I will teach how not to live, each.
I have everything exactly? Come on, tell
port Shmarov stele me for life.

and no matter what we Havana
we will go again.
and again going to sea.
again lay a wave.
I throw the anchor, although it will be cold.
again lay a wave
and I throw overboard all the cards.
I will go to one, if
move to the lighthouse, but not vice versa.