Текст (слова) песни: Traditional - Mei Huat der hod drei Lecher
It`s raining on the beach She inches close but out of reach The waves look painted on Seagulls screaming The sea is warship grey It whispers ``Fool!`` then slides away Black coastline slumbers on Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her And all the flags that flap on the pier Spell why on earth do you want The fog hides much but one thing is clear She`s nearer Dead deck chairs under shrouds And life belts gape like minstrel mouths Her hair still smells of salt Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her He who hesitates is lost If you want her, you should tell her Take her by the hand If you hesitate If you wait, November wins her November will win her She returns to sand So get ahold of the girl I say I like your coat Her thank-you tugs my heart afloat I nearly didn`t hear for Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her He who hesitates is lost
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