Wave
People look out the window
Naming names
People look at the clock,
Leaing times
People look at me
People think drunk
Or, perhaps, ill,
And inside of me - a wave!
Rotation, followed by the impasse,
I'm right here and Ruhnu
And finished in the same instant
Its pointless trip
People look out the window
People think drunk
Or, perhaps, ill,
And do not know what it is ...
... What is this wave I was knocked down,
Smashed on the rocks
To into pieces
And, having cut shells,
Tossed in the sand
Is there anything
What's in my power?
Call, pass
My sweet misery:
I lay on the pavement
In an unnamed impasse.
Rotation, followed by wall
Here she lies,
Says it's not drunk
What's inside a wave ...
... And this wave is already a huge thread
Smashed on the rocks
To into pieces
And, having cut shells,
Tossed in the sand
Is there anything
What's in my power?
People look out the window
People look out the window
People look at me
People think: drunk
Or, perhaps, ill,
And inside of me - a wave!
