Текст песни состояние птиц - XVIII

on the ocean of dreams
tends to the limit of your dreams
by careless glances stars
I weighed the stones on the palms
and it seemed to me to build a bridge
stepping over all obstacles
I can go up to his full height above the ocean
but the waves washed grind pile and cement
I am burning , because the moonlight as burns from the inside
and only at the bottom of a calm water , not seeing mirages and reflections
I realized the folly of his ways
became a prisoner undercurrent