In captivity of the vanity of the Universe
We live only behind the veil of dreams
And where is my sail in the sea of foam
Flying over the ridges of Islands...
Flies easily touching the sky
Both the sun... What's over your head...
And flies away into a fairy tale...
And there's a wave
Kissing the wave...
And there the wave is kissing the wave...
© Copyright: Богдан Александрович Гурьев, 2020
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