Текст песни Netslov - Lodka

get on the boat, take the oar
row where the light is
I'll be there behind your back
and if there is no room in the boat
I will become an oar in your hands
I'll become a boat myself,
and if there is no oar or boat
in the end I will
I will become you

under the rays of the black sun
orange tans to white
so I wandered under the moon for so many years
my thoughts were black
your house is picking up speed
and those who basked in its warmth
gone somewhere
but in the end
we start moving
the two of us