Like a wrecked ship, floating in the ocean
Waving hand… Slowly fading away
Heart used to tremble, now stopped the motion, now stopped the motion…
The eyes of sky staring at me… so quietly cutting my soul,
And as the clouds go by, I see the waving hand,
Shattering the emptiness inside… inside of me…
Raining soul and restless wind… that no one sees and no one feels at all,
They moved inside, they moved the sky… the endless sky of grey,
That turning its colors as the hand still waving to the stars… distant flashing stars.
Crashing down the expectations, I watch the star, that drowning down,
It’s crying as it drowns… awaiting eternal kiss with the ocean floor.
Лето 2012
Song A
© Copyright: Борис Макаров, 2013
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