Синее море

Синее море, вечерний закат...
Ветер колышет пАрусы, волны
Как золотистый песок я года
Не просчитаю - их так было много...

Всё же отмеряно нам - очень мало.
Позже, песчинки - их смоет вода
Кто же дает нам их? Сколько нам надо?
Не ошибаются? И ...никогда?
 
Может ошиблись при выборе где-то
И лотереи счастливый билет
Был тобой вынут, позже потерян...
И эта жизнь подана на обмен?

Если потерян тобою билет?
Кто восстановит прежнего ценность?
Как ты докажешь случайность потери?
Может всё же украден он кем-то.?.

И почему нам выдано столько?
Ровно: ни больше, ни меньше...
года
Мы потеряли и горько, и больно,
Что не вернуть нам их...
никогда.


перевод под EDM:

The Blue Sea

[Intro]
(Soft ambient pad, gentle pulse, distant wave FX)
The blue sea stretches into the horizon, the sunset paints the sky in gold,
The wind is rocking the sails, the waves are whispering stories untold.
Like grains of golden sand, the years just slip through my fingers and go,
I can’t count them anymore — there were so many, I lost the flow.

[Verse 1]
Still, our time was measured out so small, so cruelly short and thin,
And later, the water will wash away each grain, erase every memory within.
Who gives us these grains? How many do we really need to hold?
Do they ever get it right? Or is it all just guesswork, never told?

[Pre-Chorus]
(Rising arp, subtle snare roll, tension building)
Maybe somewhere along the way, a mistake was made in the grand design,
Maybe you pulled the lucky ticket in life’s silent lottery line.
You held it once, you thought it was your fate, your key to everything,
But then it slipped away, got lost, and now the game’s begun to sing.
Is this whole life just offered up for trade, a deal we never got to sign?
A single slip, a single loss — and the whole story starts to decline.

[Chorus]
If you lost that ticket, who can bring the old value back again?
How will you prove it was just chance, not theft, not someone else’s sin?
Maybe it was stolen by a shadow, by a hand you never saw,
Maybe the fates just made a mistake — and left us standing in the storm.
Why were we given this exact count, no more, no less, no way to win?
Just this many years, no extra breath, no second chance to begin.
We lost them all, and it hurts so deep, so bitter and so raw,
Because we can never get them back… not ever… never… not at all.

[Verse 2]
We thought we chose the path, but maybe we were just carried along,
By winds we couldn’t see, by tides too strong to fight, too wrong to be long.
Every grain was precious, every moment held a hidden weight,
Now the sea just takes them all away, like time has signed our fate.
And the question stays, it echoes loud across the empty shore,
Who decides the number? Who draws the line we’re not allowed to cross anymore?

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, atmospheric textures, vocal reverb, glitch FX)
No one answers, no voice comes from the sky to tell us what’s ahead,
Just the wind and the waves, the sand and the salt, the cold truth we have to tread.
Maybe there’s no one giving, no one counting, no one keeping score,
Just the sea and the sand, the sun and the moon, spinning forever more.
But still we ask, we beg, we plead for sense in this endless tide,
As the grains keep washing out to sea, like tears we couldn’t hide.

(Drop: full beat returns, warm supersaw, sidechain pumping, layered percussion)

[Chorus]
If you lost that ticket, who can bring the old value back again?
How will you prove it was just chance, not theft, not someone else’s sin?
Maybe it was stolen by a shadow, by a hand you never saw,
Maybe the fates just made a mistake — and left us standing in the storm.
Why were we given this exact count, no more, no less, no way to win?
Just this many years, no extra breath, no second chance to begin.
We lost them all, and it hurts so deep, so bitter and so raw,
Because we can never get them back… not ever… never… not at all.

[Outro]
The blue sea keeps rolling, the wind keeps blowing, the sands keep sliding by,
With every grain, a year is gone, another dream begins to die.
No answers here, just the rhythm of the waves and the endless shore,
We’re just drifting with the current, asking questions we can’t ignore.

(Fade with repeating vocal chop): “we can never get them back… never get them back…”