In your sleep far away from your home
You were walking along the sea shores.
Dreams of yours are an endless sitcom
With a set of the simplest stories.
You were telling your dreams at dawn
Smiling softly in my caring hands,
Leaving bed sheets to be withdrawn,
You proposed to get lost in the strand.
You were sinking down while I smiled,
And you stayed when I turned ashore,
For a hundred times that you wiled,
I was sure there'll be no encore.
When I left you went back to sleep,
And the cold winter sea soothed its waves,
And the wind tried to catch up my sleeve
Begging me: "Turn him back in a slave..."
Перевод Екатерины Сазоновой