THE CHANCE OF AN ISLAND
(Vlad Tarasov)
I'll meet again in time
The ghostly phantoms of my hope
My unfulfilled broken words
My dissipating wasted life
I am a servant of the Sun
I'll find, I'll grasp a true emotion
In time, in this boundless ocean
The chance of an island in the dawn
I'll find the wisdom in the end
Of a clearest perfect feeling
At the peak of mad euphoria
The crown of the world is in my hands
I hear vibrations of the Earth
I feel the whiff of a fallen flower
I see the burst of Moonlight Power
I am trapped by the roar of the surf
Goodbye my castle in the air
I cannot reach it from now on
The cold of your pellucid stones
Delusive air, your fickle name
I'll cross the limit of time
I'll cross the bounds of dimensions
With bated breath It's my intention
I'll never laugh, I'll never cry
