Текст песни Алексей Витаков - Тролль

Wave is incident , dropping salt
Hissed sharpening stone cold .
Sitting alone on a rock troll
And touching the wind sleeves.

Ugliness has long forgotten how to forgive,
Loneliness did not know how to forgive ,
And troll habit sleeve coat
Something laughing , hugging his knees .
Bom-bom , flying tales .
Bom-bom , and shall not cry.
Bom -bom- bom-bom , faded paint
And worn out magic cloak .
Bom -bom- bom-bom , dancing fairies,
Bom -bom- bom-bom , a harpsichord,
Bom -bom- bom-bom , but you do not dare
There do not you dare , do not ask .
Do not ask for a cold wind .
Do not ask , somknite mouth .
Do not ask anyone in the world -
Does not help, you're too old .
Do not ask anyone in the world -
Does not help, you're too old .

Wave breaks , like an old thread
The sunset painted copper.
But still worth the cost to swim
There, where the waiting curse witches

There, where the sinister castles stand
Where the sea is laughing at the word & quot; pity & quot ;.
And troll boredom glances
On the gray rocks that remained.