Lyrics Алексей Горшенев - Шторм
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Нежное море непривычно в игноре,
Нас пытаются снова скинуть за борт и слить на дно.
Черти на нервах дожидаются первых
И сгущаются тучи, просто начался новый шторм.
Бедные люди, не поймут, кто их судит
И стараются выжить зацепиться успеть за борта.
Бедное море пожирает их с болью
Мы не помним начала и не видим конца.
Остаётся дождаться, когда начнётся шторм,
И мы будем вгрызаться за жизнь своих, за дом.
Остаётся дождаться, когда начнётся шторм,
В наших силах достать всех, кто мутит воду в нём.
Снова, как прежде: пересуды, невежды
И откуда в их водах столько мусора с чужих берегов.
Моё нежное сердце, все стремится согреться
И начать бы сначала, без вражды, без потерь, без врагов.
Остаётся дождаться, когда начнётся шторм,
И мы будем вгрызаться за жизнь своих, за дом.
Остаётся дождаться, когда начнётся шторм,
В наших силах достать всех, кто мутит воду в нём.
Слышишь, где-то крики чаек гонит ветер и не чает,
Почему они прощают, по кому они скучают.
Слышишь, люди так же могут, не летая душу тронут,
Слышишь, где-то чайки стонут, гонит ветер – люди тонут.
Остаётся дождаться, когда начнётся шторм,
И мы будем вгрызаться за жизнь своих, за дом.
Остаётся дождаться, когда начнётся шторм,
В наших силах достать всех, кто мутит воду в нём.
The gentle sea is unusual in ignoring,
We are trying again to throw overboard and merge to the bottom.
The devils on the nerves are waiting for the first
And clouds are gathering, just a new storm has started.
Poor people, do not understand who judges them
And they try to survive to catch on board.
The poor sea devours them with pain
We do not remember the beginning and do not see the end.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
And we will bite for our lives, for the house.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
In our power to get everyone who is stirring up water in it.
Again, as before: gossip, ignorant
And where in their waters are so much debris from other people's shores.
My tender heart, everything tends to keep warm
And to start first, without enmity, without loss, without enemies.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
And we will bite for our lives, for the house.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
In our power to get everyone who is stirring up water in it.
Do you hear, somewhere the cries of the gulls are driven by the wind and does not cheet,
Why they forgive who they miss.
You hear, people can also, without touching the soul,
You hear, somewhere the gulls groan, the wind drives - people are drowning.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
And we will bite for our lives, for the house.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
In our power to get everyone who is stirring up water in it.
We are trying again to throw overboard and merge to the bottom.
The devils on the nerves are waiting for the first
And clouds are gathering, just a new storm has started.
Poor people, do not understand who judges them
And they try to survive to catch on board.
The poor sea devours them with pain
We do not remember the beginning and do not see the end.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
And we will bite for our lives, for the house.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
In our power to get everyone who is stirring up water in it.
Again, as before: gossip, ignorant
And where in their waters are so much debris from other people's shores.
My tender heart, everything tends to keep warm
And to start first, without enmity, without loss, without enemies.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
And we will bite for our lives, for the house.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
In our power to get everyone who is stirring up water in it.
Do you hear, somewhere the cries of the gulls are driven by the wind and does not cheet,
Why they forgive who they miss.
You hear, people can also, without touching the soul,
You hear, somewhere the gulls groan, the wind drives - people are drowning.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
And we will bite for our lives, for the house.
It remains to wait until the storm begins,
In our power to get everyone who is stirring up water in it.