Текст песни Prosto. Slovom. - Передавай штормовое

Over our sky clouds gathered, what is gained
with six hundred meters of the tabernacle on the storm, thunder, as a friend of a friend taught
Give a storm with the roots of plants in forest wali
those that grew over the years ... those that we planted
And I'm not having to build stronger walls, all demolished again
Maybe then I am guilty, but I have become tired of your god of wind
from any blows get cold at that hour, but that would be only a warm sheet
No, I've had enough
buried under the earth alone in his bunker, but this salvation
Ship Vrungelja call relationship with you

And now ... you do not heal, but just listen carefully
It has long been lying around my crippled blue whale
crying somewhere on the banks of the muddy land
After all, he also wants his fifties as his relatives
Let's just keep quiet a moment as it is accepted more
The soul pokrichim about how to really hurt
Take a handful on the Kinema and on what died
yes there and bury him, you'd better have flooded in tears
even if they were like sea salt
and who is the blue whale which we bury? and why I jumped on the sand than the sick?
not a word more, the blue whale, and the whale does not
and the soul that hurts me he was what the mother and now stay calm