Текст песни Не волнуйся, я не посвящу - тебе больше ни строчки.

I am sorry that you did not find summer rainfall
In July night, on the Gulf of Riga ...
Do not you see the magic of these lines.

The wave, which is pleasant to touch hands.
Sand, stones which are scattered.
Landscape, not me here for centuries.

I am sorry that we will not sit back on the train,
That hour will be held this belt,
According to the arrow, which pulls on the pole.

That does not reflect in the compartment party
Window, where all the time change their image,
And we do not wake up in the morning in an embrace.

Late at night ... ... through all the commas finally came to the point.
Address. Mail. Do not worry, I did not devote a single line you more.
Quiet. Sounds. At night, before I drifted rare.
Dancing letters. I write and do not expect ever answer.
Thoughts. Rhymes. The light remained was the sound - the rest is erased.
Extinguished figures. I called just to hear his voice.
The rider stopped. Measurement of rider, the river was closely in line.
The edges of the faces ... ... I love, without the need for reciprocal feelings.