Текст песни Crista Plumbum - Байка не без бороды

The sea has played with drops
In this eternal game.
Slowly flowed
In gusty wind.

Demonstrate languidly,
The set of possible forms;
Then suddenly it froze exactly,
It rippled over the rules.

Sea Drops lured,
Encouraging them to seek,
With him in one start,
Finally connect.

The attractiveness of the elements
Do not stop giving:
And forgetting about the sins
Drops tend to merge with it.

Life, however, every drop of:
Distance to water.
Waiting for them again the same "rake"
As a sense of foreboding.

Old as the world a legend
Concentric circles:
Legally well-worn brand
In the performance of the gods.

Plume