28.04.2024
Dolphin - Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
English
Nine
Along the silk paths of your hairMy wounded fingers are wandering
They're looking for the source of braids
These wanderers are trembling in a chill of tenderness
My glance of a tired bird is in the abyss of your eyes
It soars above the northern immortality of the sea
As if for the first and last time
Now without arguing with anything
Your second heart is trying to beat
Greedily, noisily sucking up thick blood
I listen to it, I want to know
What name will become the silence on the moonstone
And in whose chest it will thunder
That heart like a hammer on the world's anvil
Whose breath out by the piercing copper
Suddenly will cry out in sorrow
Through blue silks of the sky
A bird flew up like a white spark
To find out how deep the heaven river is
And drown into the Sun
An ocean of the Universes inside your silence
The liquefied time of the blind future
The flashed deception of the star of consciousness
The happiness of nescience, an early loss
And all reality is that we're doomed
And every moment is always the last for us
How is it wonderful, that when you wake up
You push me into a bottomless summer day.
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