Contrary to impossible hopes,
Where, in spite of the crazy winds,
I want to go to the boundless ocean,
Throw yourself there, surrendering to the waves!
Ta-dam!
Oh! I'll set a snow-white sail,
I slide on the smooth surface gently - blue,
To know the elements far away,
Plunging into happiness with your head!
And sing!
Sing when the black storm covers you,
Sing when your sail is torn apart,
And when the blood of the hands will not be visible,
Sing if you don't have to sleep at night!
Again!
Just swim to where there are no tides,
There are no terrible tsunamis, no storms,
To be happy with you there,
And not to see these shores anymore!
Shackles!
An idiot s dream
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