Lyrics Сергей Трофимов - На Море
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1. Жара под сорок, дымит асфальт, кипят на светофорах тачки.
Палящий морок снимает скальп с толпы изжёванной, как жвачка.
В тарелках полуживых фонтанов визжит весёлая детвора.
А в пыльном небе растянут банер: "Пора на море! На море пора!"
Припев:
На море, на море, на море грустят по ночам города.
На море, на море, на море гудят в далеко поезда.
На море, на море, на море скулит чемодан у стены.
Туда, где щекастое солнце тонет в брызгах соленной волны.
2. Родимый офис, как эшафот, работа зла и неказиста.
Хожу в костюме, как идиот, вовсю завидуя нудистам.
И хоть бы кто-нибудь мне ответил – какого пляжа я здесь торчу,
Когда я больше всего на свете хочу на море, на море хочу!
Припев:
На море, на море, на море грустят по ночам города.
На море, на море, на море гудят в далеко поезда.
На море, на море, на море скулит чемодан у стены.
Туда, где щекастое солнце тонет в брызгах соленной волны.
Пора на море! Пора на-на-на море!
На море, на море, на море!
Пора на море! Пора на-на-на море!
На море, на море, на море грустят по ночам города.
На море, на море, на море гудят в далеко поезда.
На море, на море, на море скулит чемодан у стены.
Туда, где щекастое солнце тонет в брызгах соленной волны.
Пора на море! Пора на-на-на море!
Пора на море-море-море-море-море…
Палящий морок снимает скальп с толпы изжёванной, как жвачка.
В тарелках полуживых фонтанов визжит весёлая детвора.
А в пыльном небе растянут банер: "Пора на море! На море пора!"
Припев:
На море, на море, на море грустят по ночам города.
На море, на море, на море гудят в далеко поезда.
На море, на море, на море скулит чемодан у стены.
Туда, где щекастое солнце тонет в брызгах соленной волны.
2. Родимый офис, как эшафот, работа зла и неказиста.
Хожу в костюме, как идиот, вовсю завидуя нудистам.
И хоть бы кто-нибудь мне ответил – какого пляжа я здесь торчу,
Когда я больше всего на свете хочу на море, на море хочу!
Припев:
На море, на море, на море грустят по ночам города.
На море, на море, на море гудят в далеко поезда.
На море, на море, на море скулит чемодан у стены.
Туда, где щекастое солнце тонет в брызгах соленной волны.
Пора на море! Пора на-на-на море!
На море, на море, на море!
Пора на море! Пора на-на-на море!
На море, на море, на море грустят по ночам города.
На море, на море, на море гудят в далеко поезда.
На море, на море, на море скулит чемодан у стены.
Туда, где щекастое солнце тонет в брызгах соленной волны.
Пора на море! Пора на-на-на море!
Пора на море-море-море-море-море…
1. Heat under forty, smokes asphalt, cars are boiling at traffic lights.
A scorching wisp removes the scalp from the crowd chewed like chewing gum.
In the plates of half-dead fountains a cheerful child screeches.
A banner stretched out in the dusty sky: "It's time to the sea! It's time to the sea!"
Chorus:
At sea, at sea, at sea, the cities are sad at night.
At sea, at sea, at sea the trains are buzzing far.
At sea, at sea, at sea the suitcase whimpers against the wall.
There, where the cheeky sun drowns in the spray of a salt wave.
2. Dear office, like a scaffold, the work of evil and plain-looking.
I go in a suit, like an idiot, in full envy of nudists.
And even if someone answered me - which beach I stick out here,
When I want the sea more than anything, I want the sea!
Chorus:
At sea, at sea, at sea, the cities are sad at night.
At sea, at sea, at sea the trains are buzzing far.
At sea, at sea, at sea the suitcase whimpers against the wall.
There, where the cheeky sun drowns in the spray of a salt wave.
It's time to sea! It's time to sea!
To the sea, to the sea, to the sea!
It's time to sea! It's time to sea!
At sea, at sea, at sea, the cities are sad at night.
At sea, at sea, at sea the trains are buzzing far.
At sea, at sea, at sea the suitcase whimpers against the wall.
There, where the cheeky sun drowns in the spray of a salt wave.
It's time to sea! It's time to sea!
It's time for sea-sea-sea-sea-sea ...
A scorching wisp removes the scalp from the crowd chewed like chewing gum.
In the plates of half-dead fountains a cheerful child screeches.
A banner stretched out in the dusty sky: "It's time to the sea! It's time to the sea!"
Chorus:
At sea, at sea, at sea, the cities are sad at night.
At sea, at sea, at sea the trains are buzzing far.
At sea, at sea, at sea the suitcase whimpers against the wall.
There, where the cheeky sun drowns in the spray of a salt wave.
2. Dear office, like a scaffold, the work of evil and plain-looking.
I go in a suit, like an idiot, in full envy of nudists.
And even if someone answered me - which beach I stick out here,
When I want the sea more than anything, I want the sea!
Chorus:
At sea, at sea, at sea, the cities are sad at night.
At sea, at sea, at sea the trains are buzzing far.
At sea, at sea, at sea the suitcase whimpers against the wall.
There, where the cheeky sun drowns in the spray of a salt wave.
It's time to sea! It's time to sea!
To the sea, to the sea, to the sea!
It's time to sea! It's time to sea!
At sea, at sea, at sea, the cities are sad at night.
At sea, at sea, at sea the trains are buzzing far.
At sea, at sea, at sea the suitcase whimpers against the wall.
There, where the cheeky sun drowns in the spray of a salt wave.
It's time to sea! It's time to sea!
It's time for sea-sea-sea-sea-sea ...