Шmuль - Кольца - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You are slipping out of my ugly hands, Like precious rings into the depths of the sea. I know: there are never two of them. And you need to dive after him, not to calm down. Only the sea is beautiful, the sea is cozy. And why do you need fingers? Really. The grip of the palm is greedy, rough: You will allow the waves to carry you away. But I alone know how His facets can shine. Why are you doing this, sea? I've spent enough time with the wrong people. Can I go to the bottom too? Dissolving in the cruel blue of the sea, You are beautiful. And you pay with interest. The waves beat for me and the wind roared, While my mind argued silently. When the shoulders droop, the pliable raft is already being carried out of the way by the turmoil. To become bogged down in matters of no use: We have run out of breaths. Badly. Everything that happened was not in vain, although it was scary, On whose shore will you lie with the ebb of the tide? But it's important. Lord, how important it is: to make at least one person in the world happy.