Текст песни зорькин инцест - Матрос

Drown out the noise of tourists and the screams of gulls,
It seems to me that I miss something.
I indulge in some unknown grief.
He entered the cemetery - everything was normal.
And then something like that rolled.
Something strange, something alien.
Squirrel jumped on Celtic crosses.
Deja Vu put everything in place
Much seems too native.
Either I dreamed, or I was one
Of those who once lived here.
But the blood has already disappeared from him.

Raking on the sand with a heavy burden
In the pockets, pairs of gross.
I'm going to the lighthouse to look for a certain answer.
A strange portrait was drawn in my head.
A pouring path of a bumpy, long.
As if erected by the hands of a giant.
It has been absorbed by big water more than once.
And the waves jump back and forth.
The wind fiercely drives into the back.
And here I am at the goal. Everything was imaginary.
The answer was found, but the question.
The sea foamed. Goodbye, sailor.