Я хочу на море.

A nd I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong and you belong to me
And I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea

Around the house by the sea
The scent of roses and raspberry leaves
And there is smoke in my clothes
Too much time with just smoke in my nose
And I've been making the meaning they lack
And I've been burning that book they come back too