I wrote you a poem About what to give us tomorrow I don't remember the motive anymore Shards of a line from the heart What is so suffocating inside? I would accept your rudeness I wrote you a poem About what to give us tomorrow I don't remember the motive anymore Shards of a line from the heart What is so suffocating inside? I would accept your rudeness On the sheets of the river inked Not to describe your essence Stop coming to me in my dreams After all, you said that together We can go through grief and fear Build an island in the bottomless sea All your words are like a dream I'm not afraid of anything All your words have crumbled to dust I'm trying to contain my rage and thunder Again, I swallow the bitterness and the dust And if I'm a yacht, then in the sea you are a storm Stop finishing the remains of the hearts The well is dry and there is no more feeling It's high time to forget the addresses of the houses And remove the names from the drunken head The soul rushes to the boundless sky And I myself swim in the wind Somewhere I lost happiness and faith But still, I'll tell you one last time I wrote you a poem About what will give us tomorrow I don't remember the motive anymore Shards of a line from the heart What is so suffocating inside? I would accept your rudeness On the sheets of the river inked Not to describe your essence I wrote you a poem About what will give us tomorrow I don't remember the motive anymore Shards of a line from the heart What is so suffocating inside? I would accept your rudeness On the sheets of the river inked Not to describe your essence I don't remember the motive anymore Shards of a line from the heart What is so suffocating inside? I would accept your rudeness