Текст песни РисБо - Плавание

"Swimming"

I write poems in the forgotten all
Half-empty library.
Without having rolling, each in the sen
My heart came
Now Something

Whea wind drown or blizzards,
And I, like proud Viking,
For years, months, weeks
(Maybe forever) go
In large swimming, in books.

I'm sailing from Float to Forsza
Through the waves of words and numbers,
To ultimately be
Between lines lost meaning.