Текст песни Тина Бем, Жора Гаюн - Море шумит

The sea is rustling

The sea is rustling in the crowns of a rough elm,
The waves of foliage will roll in, freeze, subside.
Seagulls of creaking windows, screaming in ecstasy
With a window leaf flapping their wings will throw up

And they will fly down from high-rise floors.
Can I go with you, my crazy birds?
Out of the lead cells of acid rain
To the junction of earth and clouds. To the very border

Reveal and dream, illusion and parageusia
The fresh bottom of the greasy skies.
Sharp blade-wings cut the space.
A glimpse of freedom breaks from this cleft

Starlight, space of other universes,
Black holes. Darkness does not accept sight
Points. Milky ways whitish foam -
The smell of salt in the lungs. Heartbeat

Slower, deeper, louder. Time is frozen
The elm of weightlessness - velvet gentle embrace.
Turning the theory of three dimensions to dust,
Rights, laws, conventions, hierarchies.

I dissolve. I will become one
With the eros of the universe. Just a fantasy.
A seagull that touches the sea with a white wing,
Whispering waves in the crowns of a rough elm.

Lyrics by: Tina Bem