Сидела сегодня в маленькой комнате с четырьмя белыми стенами, колючим потолком и мягким ковром и отчётливо слышала пение первой весенней птицы.
Откуда птицы в этой бетонной реальности?
Wooden Boat
For a moment you were almost there
Through your veil I saw you stare
Follow me, I'll lead you through my dreams
Let me share the only thing I call my own
By the sea there stands a wooden boat
Stranded on the tidal line
Every night it almost sails away
Follow me, together we can set it free
For a moment you were almost there
Stranded on the tidal line
Every night you almost sail away
Almost sail the only sea I call my own