Composer (music):
Juriy Beychuk
THE MIST
I'm standing on a pier
There's a haze above the ocean
The mist is creeping, white and grey
Out in the distance.
Spread out all around
With a streak of grey hair
But soon they will be cut down,
All those omens of despair.
Blue sky weeps
Enfolded in this haze
The ocean is weary and weak
Makes my heart pound in despair.
Patiently we trunge
Our hearts tremble in love
We don't know and we cannot judge
What awaits us down the road.
Our thoughts carried away
Przez uderzeniowe fale.
Woken up by them
The mist they will disperse.
09-12-2015
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AP(the original version - ru)