Текст песни Мокко fm feat. Саша Джекпот - Море

Jackpot

The notebook had nothing to do
Draw a wave after wave.
If there were more money,
He threw himself off.
And while multiplying sea foam
And fill a notebook.
Wow, if I sang sea
Voice of the magic of music.
Between the four walls of sorry
Probably for my simplicity,
But I do not hesitate to say:
On the sea - excellent. What is there?
House has a sofa with a blanket,
But not tickle tide feet heel.
House rustic but pleasant enough.
On the sea is calm, warm sea.

Mocha fm

Sometimes it is very necessary to the sea,
Just a couple of minutes.
To become a solar thief
To salt soaked chest.
Well, where we do not,
There you can run barefoot,
Like a flower, absorb light,
A taste of the water - sand.
I do not want to die in Paris,
Where there are no waves of noise,
Sea - a graceful cherry
On the cake, served at the table.
Drunken reckless,
I also sing at heart.
Sea - a planetary veins
With the voice of the magic of music.