Текст песни Михаил Башаков - Сигналы из глубины

I wanted to give you flowers, but I'm sorry to break the bush
I listened to your sighs as a hydroacoustic.
Our meetings are short, and the farewell is too long
I'm in a hurry to decipher the signals from the depths.

Here is my pen can be quite sharp and sharp
This time is sacramental, here one must be sober.
Joy, pain, exultation, suffering and guilt
Accuracy is the principle in working with signals from depth

Oh, signals from the depth ... Signals from the depths
Oh, signals from the depth ... Signals from the depths

To me friends in the form of a joke poured something into the drink
I perceive someone else's as my own.
And I do not care that everything is a lump and pom pancakes
I'm learning to obey signals from the depths.

Natural non-identical salt filler
Until now, an artist unknown to himself.
Halls whether the floor is empty, or the floor is full
But those who come are thirsty for signals from the depths.

Oh, signals from the depth ... Signals from the depths
Oh, signals from the depth ... Signals from the depths

One more verse would scrape together the divine garbage
I follow the word like a crazy cursor.
The bow is stretched, and the wind is considered and all goals are visible
You just have to wait for the signal from the depths.

No one inciting the world from the represented sects
It remains for Montaigne to open, tickle the intellect.
And on the keys to beat in oblivion and touch the string
Only signals from the depth would come in

Oh, signals from the depth ... Signals from the depths
Oh, signals from the depth ... Signals from the depths