When the water of the great flood
Return again within the boundaries of the shores
From the foam of the disappearing stream
Love has quietely crawled ashore
And dissipated in the air until the day
and there were many forties of the days until that day

And there still remain some weird people
That breath this mixture with their full chest
The don’t seek any rewards, nor punishment
And while they think that they are simply breathing
They suddenly enter the rhytm
Of the the same nervous breathing

Only I feel, that just like the ship
that should remain afloat for a long time
Before I know that I love
It will be the same as I breath or live

There will be many travels and adventures
The country of love - it is a great country!
And it will ask more and more strictly
of its knights for challenges
It will ask for separation and great distances
It will deprive of the rest, sleep and peace

But it is impossible to turn around the mad
They are alredy ready to pay
Any price, and they even can give their life
So that the magic string
is not torn and is preserved
That has been run between them

The fresh air was making chosen drunk
It was sweeping them off their feet and was raising dead
Because if you haven’t loved
Then you haven’t breathed and you haven’t lived

For many who has drowned in blood
You can’t call on them, no matter how much you yell
Their count is kept by rumors and empty words
And this count is mixed with blood
And we will put the candles at head their deathbeds
For those who dies from the love unseen

I wish their voices always mix in rhytm
And their souls will travel fields of flowers
And breath with eternity in one breath
And finally meet with sigh on their lips
On fragile ferries and bridges
On narrow intersections of world’s foundations

I will make the fields for those who are in love
Let them sing while they are asleep and while awake
I breath and this means I love
I love and this means I live