Текст песни Даарика - Жена рыбака

And time is already pulling life by the sleeve
And the house was chilled - only mosses and grass.
By the blue sea the fisherman's wife
The last dawn meets. The sun is in her hands.
The sun is in her hands, and in the cradle without a bottom
Whines, reflects water.
And the seine with a hole was dragged away by the wave,
And even an empty trough, like a heart, is broken.

I will write you thousands of lines
From a home that doesn't exist.
How the sand cools here without you
Your trace is frozen in it.
I will write from a distant land,
As the days passed into the night.
And every morning at the water's edge
Meet not your ships.

Heavy rains drowned the pier
And the wind shook the swollen boat.
Transparent shadows crowded at the Edge,
And the sea whispered to her: “Sleep, sleep, dear.
You will meet him behind a huge bridge
In a garden where everyone remembers
How tall grasses married you.
And those who kept saying "everything will pass"
Turned out to be wrong. "

I will write you thousands of lines
From a home that doesn't exist.
How the sand cools here without you
Your trace is frozen in it.
I will write from a distant land,
As the days passed into the night.
And every morning at the water's edge
Meet not your ships.