Текст песни nuclear forests - У порога

May the Baltic Sea be mine
Saying goodbye to the winter city,
At your feet fall
The first spring rain.
I told the surf about you -
Waltz on a wet roof
My thoughts are now with you
And we, it seems, are closer.

Outbreaks
And peals of thunder.
Run out of the house
Run out.
Do you hear
February persecuted and in the spring of knowledge,
I came,
Meet
I'm on the doorstep.

Listening to me, gray waves
It’s true that you were also loved
And filling the clouds with myself
They rushed east from Kiel.
Than words are many times more material
Than mail is much more reliable,
My sea washes
Hands your white skin.