Текст песни Ксения Вазовская - морю

the brevity the soul of wit :
They are telling me newsstands.
you tell the sea: you have no chance
you do not gluboko.uvy.i dissolved in grief
Sea ceases to be salty.

Tabloids
Warped my lines .
relieves stress
in alcoholic flood.

apologize to the sea.
it is not drowning soul
and salty water
Blue did not demolish the wall .

the brevity the soul of wit :
They are telling me famous poets .
how sad. Ocean cold.
the salty sea and my poem
and swells the veins of alcohol
It turned into a puddle.