Текст песни Anthony mic - sea

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

My fish live on the walls,
Their tails draw sketches for me,
The sea foam helps,
Three shells and blue dove.

The taste of salt water and the sky
A feeling of freedom and wind,
I don't need your bread
I eat a piece of dawn.

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

no, I don't need more dawn
We will also flood all our ways
On Monday, we’ll get stuck strip
And the flowers will get on the speakers

I sail to another river
I meet beautiful fish
They will become killed over time
will sell for the fake world

I want to give you freedom
pouring water from the shores
the sea swaying in bad weather
I represent the world without enemies

The times of years are not important here
These waters are always alive
Every sea does not look like that
Each sea has its own worlds

If the submarine does not sink,
So it is necessary
If the flowers do not bloom, it means mortal,
I lacked peace, maybe freedom,
Sometimes I missed that silence

so hunting with impulses, cities into foam
give freedom to nature that the bushes pierced
people so hunt to fill these expanses
not understanding there is nothing to lie down, leaving no emptiness here

on the plain on foot past the rock
illuminate in yourself, bad weather

When the heart touches the wind
Thoughts about that and that and that