Текст песни Ирина Сурина - Пристань

Life check for wear
In the frantic rhythm of racing is racing.
And here is where the Pacific Reach
So you want to stop,
Look at the beach and sand
And listen to slow the water;
Wooded slopes are so high,
How high must be the soul.

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Neither of you, nor about yourself -
On this street flat.
She goes down to the river,
And - thank God!
Why do you look so tell me?
Why so sad?
And not a soul on the dock -
Dark and empty.
Where on the forehead rests shadow
Now and forever.
Bless this day
And this marina.

Do not try to look
In his fate on dreams and stars.
But I know that someday
Everything will be fine and just.
And I see a distant light,
And the house, and the swallow over the plums.
And I understand that grief is not -
Is its inability to be happy.

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