Булёк - Мое море - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This story ... just a beautiful story of my life ... listen.

On wet sand I walk barefoot at night. The taste of salt on the lips, in the head, lines.

I do not recall that it was once. Life does not pass by, I thought that I had forgotten.

I forgot how the same night I lay on the beach, looked at the stars, at the sky dark, like soot.

Someone even bathed, someone's laughter was heard. And I lay alone on the beach, far from everyone.

The music played quietly in the right ear, the same song, listened and turned on at first.

And the wind flew from the south, caressing with warmth. I listened to the noise of the surf, breathing in the smell of the sea ...

I could forever look at the myriads of the stars, but I wanted to breathe the smell of her hair,

Take her hand lying next to mine, I could not do anything, I was drawn to her.

Here I am going, and the waves whisper these lines. Sea, tell me what will happen in the end?

Do not guess what will happen next. Live while you live. While you're here, while you are walking on the beach ...

My sea. I meet the sunrise with you.

And at night I look at you with the moon.

I’m walking on wet sand, and you are running after me.

Your wave will roll, washing off my tracks.

Our whole life is like a sea. Either a storm, then calm. Suddenly, the problems will flood, then somewhere happiness is noisy.

Like stars at night in the sky, our dreams. And if the clouds above us are bourling, we are noisy.

Or when everything is calm and quietly around, suddenly a storm flies, and the wind hits our face.

Rain, lightning, rumble of huge waves. The soul is the same hurricane, and everything is like a dream.

You remain the way you were before ... you are in the same shores, and will also be further.

Above our head, all the same blue sky that we look at when the answers are needed.

Under this blue sky is our blue sea. New days of our life, as an eternal noise of the surf.

The cries of your soul, like the cries of gulls. What will happen to you next - no one knows.

My sea. I meet the sunrise with you. And at night I look at you with the moon. I’m walking on wet sand, and you are running after me. Your wave will roll, washing off my tracks.

The world is changing, faces are changing. Time flies, flies like a white bird.

But there are things in life that always remain. And there are moments that never return to.

And how much will be ahead of such moments? Any of us dreams of something secret.

Let the time fly further, and we fly with him. We ourselves are doing what is called life.

And now I lie on the beach again, I smoke again ... Comets fly again, I look at the stars again.

All the same sea, all the same dark sky ... all the same old questions and all the same answers ...

All the same thoughts about the eternal and thoughts about you. All the same guy in a shirt lies in the sand.

Only the song in the player is different, the one that I sing now. And I lie and smile, and I love ...

My sea. I meet the sunrise with you.

And at night I look at you with the moon.

I’m walking on wet sand, and you are running after me.

Your wave will roll, washing off my tracks.

My sea ... my life ... my dreams .... in which I and you ...

Our sea! I meet the sunrise with you.

And at night we lie in an embrace under the moon!

Our sea! Our world in which I and you.

This is our love and our dreams ...

Our sea! Meet the sunrise with you!

Our sea! Lie in an embrace under the moon!

Our sea! Our world in which I and you!

This is our love! These are our dreams!