Текст песни Йовин - Меридиан

Walking and walking among the orbits, waiting for the rendezvous in the tide -
in the evenings it is beautiful here, the Dutchman's mast creaks regularly,
along the gutters, green numbers slowly fill the ocean.
We are the ones who made up the myths, we are the ones who knock on the screen.

We are the ones who gaze from the tower into the mirror of the waves at the end of the day,
our armor is filled with ashes, we are the ones who live yesterday,
those who got off the chariot of Phoebus, throwing themselves into a gray granite storm,
forever wandering between sleep and sky, forever not going around Cape Horn.

You're not going there Dutchman, this is not the side of the moon
it is better to fall asleep and not dream than to waste hopelessly charges.
How many of them are now extinguished in the darkness in the waves here - and which of them am I?
But the meridian of your being crosses my wrist.