Текст песни Anthony mic - sea

My room is the sea,
My fortress and my ship,
I often hear the noise of the surf,
Screams of chaps, personal ensemble.

My fish live on the walls,
Their tails draw sketches
Helps sea foam,
Three seashells and dove are gray.

The taste of salted water and the sky
Feeling of freedom and wind
I do not need your bread,
I eat a part of dawn.

Loneliness is not a grief,
When the red sunset burns ...
You let people in our sea,
And they kill fish.

no do not need more dawns
Also we put all our ways
On Monday, we wake up
and tread on columns flowers

I sing into another river
I meet beautiful fish
they will eventually become killed
Mold for the fake world

I want to give you freedom
Spilling water from the shores
Sea pegs in bad weather
I imagine the world without enemies

Seasons are not important here
these waters are always alive
every sea is so not like
In each sea of ​​their worlds

If the submarine is not sinking,
So it is necessary
If the flowers do not bloom - then mortals,
I lacked peace, I can freedom,
I lacked sometimes that silence

so hunting to turn the cities in foam
give freedom to nature that b pierced bushes
people so hunting fill these expanses
I have not understood nothing to shake, no emptiness leaving here

on the plain walking by rock
Light the weather in yourself

when the hearts concern the wind
Thoughts about the fact and about