Magyar és angol dalszöveg fordítások oldal 114

Endless Love

When you came with the first step
You threw yourself into my arms
You put your head on my head
you wanted to talk about how many years you were away.
You put your head on my head
You wanted me to tell you about how many years away
 
My voice has become a shepherd's flute
and always crying for you
My feelings and consciousness have become a storm
and always turns around
 
The greatness of your love
It is undoubtedly indescribable
Nights of weeping and wailing
It will never be forgotten
 
However sweetheart
My heart has no strength left
The distance of your heart made me
not have the strength of a kiss
How weak I am, but my soul
My heart is always waiting
 
A day of celebration and dancing (Weeding)
Let us pour out our hearts
We will meet on that day
We will go through all the trouble
 

The mon kisses the little star

A silent night has come
I don't feel like sleeping
Silver ray has come
through my window
 
That's the moon that kisses the little star
And I have nobody to kiss
That's the moon that's making the little star happy
And you are not making me happy
 
A silent night has come
Everything's still
Behind the cloud
The light strikes in
 
A silent night has come
I think about you
I hear the voice from the distance
The voice of a heavenly song
 

Slavic Farewell

Farewell minute is approaching,
You look at me anxiously in the eyes,
And I catch the familiar breath,
But in the distance, the storm is already breathing.
 
The misty and blue air quivers,
And anxiety touches our foreheads,
And Russia calls us to heroic deeds,
The wind carries the steps of regiments.
 
Farewell, native land,
Remember us,
Farewell, dear gaze,
Forgive - farewell, forgive - farewell...
 
Farewell, native land,
Remember us,
Farewell, dear gaze,
Not all of us will return.
 
Years fly by,
Disappear into the darkness on trains,
And in them - soldiers.
And in the dark sky
The soldier's star shines.
 
And in them - soldiers.
And in the dark sky
The soldier's star shines.
 
Farewell, native land,
Remember us,
Farewell, dear gaze,
Forgive - farewell, forgive - farewell...
 
Farewell, native land,
Remember us,
Farewell, dear gaze,
Not all of us will return.
 
Forest and steppe, and in the steppe - way stations.
Light of evening and new dawn -
Do not forget the farewell of the Slav girl,
Secretly repeat it in your soul!
 
No, the soul will not be indifferent -
The lights of justice shine...
For love, for great brotherhood
We gave our lives.
 
Farewell, native land,
Remember us,
Farewell, dear gaze,
Forgive - farewell, forgive - farewell...
 
Farewell, native land,
Remember us,
Farewell, dear gaze,
Not all of us will return.
 
Years fly by,
But the song - you're always with us:
We remember you,
And in the dark sky
The soldier's star shines.
 
We remember you,
And in the dark sky
The soldier's star shines.
 
Farewell, native land,
Remember us,
Farewell, dear gaze,
Not all of us will return.
 

Puzzle

I don't want to put this puzzle anymore
I feel better when the pieces are scrambled
I don't want to put this puzzle anymore
I feel better.
 
Today I feel better,
 
Today I feel better.
 
I prefer not to think about it so much
So that?
I am accepting that
I feel in pastel pink.
I no longer miss
the moments that used to be clichés and nonsense.
 
Now...
I don't live in low mode.
 
lowkey I feel myself
 
And what will happen when I'm better
 
Now...
I don't live in low mode
 
lowkey I feel myself (x2).
 
I don't want to put this puzzle anymore
I feel better when the pieces are scrambled
I don't want to put this puzzle anymore
I feel better
 
lowkey I feel better (x2)
 
Today I feel better (lowkey I feel better)
I feel better (lowkey I feel better)
I feel better (lowkey I feel better)
I feel better
lowkey I feel better....
lowkey I feel better....
 

Tide

Close your eyes, kiss your ears
Miss you so, cannot resist
Entwined like the crashing waves
I'm the wind and you're the tide
 
Blindfold your eyes, ไม่มีได้
Say, who do you need tonight?
Drink up the wine in our hand
Feel like on the cloud, can't sane
 
Oh I don't want it, i don't want that just a dream at night
Oh I don't want it, i don't want to make myself await
That love welled up inside my heart, I've kept searching for long
With the lyrics captivate all
 
Give you my love, give you all that I got
Immersed within the sky, we're both lost in dream
Eyes closed, hands clenched, melt in endless longing
Even when you're beside, I still love you more
 
Eyes, lips's colors, I immersed
Listen more as I touch you
The moon calls by, rising tide
Wish for unforgetful night
 
รักนะเธอ, I stupor
Feeling like poetry master
Your lips get different scent
Wanna kiss for a moment then
 
Oh I don't want it, i don't want that just a dream at night
Oh I don't want it, i don't want to make myself await
That love welled up inside my heart, I've kept searching for long
With the lyrics captivate all
 
Give you my love, give you all that I got
Immersed within the sky, we're both lost in dream
Eyes closed, hands clenched, melt in endless longing
Even when you're beside, I still love you more.
 
Give you my love, give you all that I got
Immersed within the sky, we're both lost in dream
Eyes closed, hands clenched, melt in endless longing
Even when you're beside, I still love you more.
 

equirhythmic
singable

Like a flower, like a cloud

Clouds color the sky like a dream
Flowers look up at the sky and sway in the breeze
 
Clouds are innocent lambs
Flowers are angelic messages
 
Like a flower Like a cloud
Like morning dew Like sunlight through trees
 
It's just there
Just living the life it was given
 
Clouds reflect the changing light and shadows
Flowers swell, bloom, and fall
 
Clouds flow and do not stagnate Flowers continue to weave life
 
Like a flower Like a cloud
Like the sea Like the sunset
 
It's just there
Just living the life it was given
 
Like a flower Like a cloud
Like the sea Like the sunset
 
It's just there
Just living the life it was given
 

Απαγορεύεται

Σαν να μην υπάρχεις,
σαν να μη σε ξέρω,
σαν να μη σου είπα
πόσο σ’ αγαπώ,
έτσι θέλω τώρα
χώρια σου να μείνω
να μη νιώθω μόνη,
να μην τρελαθώ.
 
Δεν αφήνω το μυαλό μου να σε σκέφτεται
απαγορεύεται, απαγορεύεται.
Δεν αφήνω το μυαλό μου να σε σκέφτεται
γιατί τρελαίνεται, γιατί τρελαίνεται.
 
Σαν να μη σε είδα,
να μη σε γνωρίζω,
σαν να μη μου λείπεις,
σαν να μην πονώ,
έτσι θέλω τώρα
μόνη μου να μείνω
να μην υποφέρω,
να μην τρελαθώ.
 

Goncharov

To teller of ordinary histories
Destined to be inherited the original gift,
Given to one of Russian cafes,
Who took with himself the sea…
 
Measured life – to one sorrow,
But not to him, to whom forbids the waste,
Who, sitting by the table, was bright with spirit,
The break of passions delimited in whose sight…
 
Yourself, like Oblomov, not loving steps,
Rocking by the shore Japanese,
He met life of a store completely different,
 
Different from the native communities,
The toy life, whose fragrance
Absorbed in its boards “Pallas” the frigate.
 

Gumilev

Sharp is way of conquistador in mountains.
In him are hanging romance’s flowers.
And pearl on the day – sea thoughts –
Tricolor, when chills the bonfire.
 
And the wayfarer, the tent entering,
In poems described his writing.
How Europe of Africa makes fun,
Fiery pillar – her soul’s expanse.
 
Who among poets sings most picturesque
Him, who in one year can place
Tens of lives? Love, hunter,
 
Soldier – all was in knightly manner…
On Venus for the earth he yearns,
Armed with pipe of telescope.
 

Del-Aqua-Tor

Lyrical veil
 
Go to flower of Queen Victoria,
Go afar
And bring from the duchess hello
Del-Aqua-Tor.
On that flower the statehood ripened

Covenant

Do not kill the pigeons.
Myrrha Lohvitskaya
 
More sincerely kiss the lips –
Open for you are buds,
That their moans don’t dry up,
That the beauty did not fade!
With dream of Madonna’s goodness
More sincerely kiss the lips!
 
More flamingly forgive the foes,
Who caused you bitterness of torment,
Shacked with parting’s cold,
Drowning in evil without shores.
More friendly stretch out the arms,
More flamingly forgive the foes.
 
Suffer more holy and steadfast,
Having known great suffering.
And let your weeping not confuse
The light peace of the kids!
For edification of descendants
Suffer more holy and steadfast!
 
Love more deeply and more truly –
How they love you, with no reasoning,
Encouraging with its fit
To chase a host of deadly shades…
Immortal, who loved, suffering,
Love more deeply and more truly!
 

Canon of Saint Joseph

And I wanted to deceive my heart,
And my heart deceived me.
K. Fofanov
 
“Having scattered flowers of love and faith,
I pray to you, Holy Joseph:
Sow in the soul kind seeds,
Give me faith in times of gold!”
 
Thus before your all-good icon
I prayed and with pious hand
More than once intuitive cross I created.
And I heard, how the surrounding winced.
 
All, all, for which I asked you,
You fulfilled. I irrigated hard
My eyes, and, falling to the icon,
Holy Joseph, I sing you ode!
 

Quintine II

My homeland! With love you're alive!
You’re fed by the earth, my love!
Every year with the spring you’re new!
Shining with morning dawn
I sing praises for you!
 
O, what power have the words
Which are emitted by dawn!
Earthly life! Be always alive!
Earthly passion! Be always new!
Be immortal, born of the earth!
 
I am created by blooming earth,
And from it alive is my chest.
I am inspired by young dawn,
I whisper in delight tender words.
Thus: life of earth is always new to the spirit.
 
And you, my beloved one, new,
When you chirp charming words,
Given by one chilly earth.
To you immortal love is alive,
She shines with May dawn.
 
O, enjoy the colorful dawn
And bless life: she is new!
Create the inspired words!
And let the planet, that they call Earth,
Always be beautiful and alive!
 

М-me-sans-gene

Story of a traveler
Was set in tropical Mexico, -
Where biplane did not go down,
Where fluffy peaches are so delicious, -
 
In white ranch by the bridge of vines.
Far afar – far afar, beyond the llanos,
Where flowers are more poisonous than snakes,
With flat-snubbed-nose squaws
 
I met with my life.
I was guest of wild tribe,
Horizon was new and bright,
Much-much of this time!
 
Much-much to this anew!
With dark blood, more turbulent than crater,
Red-skinned boomerang of metal,
And often from shot of a squatter
 
Carried him away the slender mustang.
And maybe with crimson wounds
Dirtied the ranch the bamboo floor…
With bananas I fed the Indian,
 
Forced to respect my gender…
Choke me, scratched me, -
I gave back preference to the savage,
Because I loved on the West
And I don’t scold myself for that…
 

Merezhkovsky

Fortune of Europe – is a scary fortune,
And judged for her is Atlantic’s fate.
Ah, it is so not Ephemerides,
And what – skeptical boasting?
 
World won’t be saved by books or by bread.
All robes will decay like Chlamyses.
It is decided. Deadly vibrations
Leaves from the forehead going wise.
 
Philosopher is right, but philosopher is boring.
And here – I hear gray screeching of oarlock,
And I see estuary smelling of iodine.
 
To sick ones, maybe, needed and useful ones.
And I adore the picturesque abyss
And glory the seductive deception!
 

Myrrha Lohvitskaya

I feel, as with a far-off music
Blew into my foliage coziness.
What is there? Are the violets blooming?
Hesitated my musical poems?
 
Falls the color of wedding apple tree.
The sleeping they carry in coffin of glass.
How few were spent the minutes
Here, on the beautiful and sad earth!
 
She went into azure of end-to-end valleys,
Where waited for her the dreamed Vandelines,
Who did not accept the human flesh,
 
Who was true to her for many centuries,
Who called to settle in the clouds,
To melt the doomed in flight.
 

On flyer

To Valery Bryusov
 
King on the scaffold. Kingdom –
Is a republic

Sour point...

I'm not a refugee, I'm not an immigrant –
To you, parent, is my Russian talent,
And all my soul, all my thought,
Is true to you, land that doomed me to living!..
 
I have nothing to swear, Russia, before you:
I did not betray you with thought or soul,
And if I physically left into land alien,
For long I understood you so well…
 
Fear before hunger for mom and family
Forced me my Russia to forget,
And in addition this fatal laziness,
Day blended into day, year after year went.
 
To come back home: not very sweet there.
How they will understand my deed at home?
Who will explain it? Awkwardly – ah,
I was running for so many years!
 
From false pride, from false shame
I deprived myself of living labor –
Construction labor – and lived like in a dream,
Aside from happiness by creative labor.
 
I’ve nothing to repent, but I repent:
I’m valued in foreign lands.
Here inspiration doomed for crypt.
Here bitter bread gets stuck in the neck.
 
I became faint-hearted – and it serves it right

Premonition of autumn

Maples will become red and lemony, they will be scarlet-yellow.
Will turn brown in storms blue sea, blue heaven,
In dawn it will be cold, in evenings – threat, in noon – cold gold.
Do you or don’t you turn – from dumb rage the heart will feel sad.
 
Ah, sympathize with the earth – it’s dangerous to judge: heavy after harvest.
Is needed to rest: bread was justified by laborer-mother.
She fed all: peasants, birds, lambs and grass.
You are mortally ill: you, earth, and shaggy red horse.
 
Take a rest autumn, take a rest winter. Awaken in March.
With help of God, help reliable, working again.
Come, old woman in old yellow blouse! Sweep out the card.
For her demise, predicting sun’s gilding in May.
 

Oscar Wilde

Asso-sonnet
 
His soul – spat on Graal,
His lips – watery ulcer…
Thus: spasm changed sorrow of poisonous laughter,
Wept without tears the ironic Wilde.
 
Of noble dames, savoring Rivesaltes,
He felt, as toxic miasma
Tickles the brain – of painful sarcasm
The snake crawled in cigar veil…
 
Invader, prisoner in tuxedo of dandy,
He took a tropic in eternal glacier –
And sunny was his anguish!
 
Executioner-aesthete and fanatic priest,
By labyrinth of skerries it’s fairway to seas,
Oscar by beauty punished!
 

Memories of Ambrois Thomas

His motive – amulet for the heart,
And my sonnet – to his head the crown.
They sing the steps: Ophelia, Hamlet,
Wilhelm, Raymond, Filin and Mignion.
 
Their shades cradle my dreams
In summer night, conjuring singing brain.
Their heart trilled in unison with flute,
Pouring the sparkling consonant rays.
 
Hearing sings the sight of nuances of overtures.
The wings of azure graces of amours
Sways the coquette Filina’s chest.
 
And here the country, where ringing is aroma,
Where peaches fall in love with pomegranate,
Where juicy like olives is the women’s sight.
 

Singer of passion

(In memory of Myrrha Lohvitskaya)
 
I no longer hear passionate songs,
Mountain songs, love songs,
I do not see her beautiful glances,
And world is sad, and gray, and cramped.
Sky darkens, and roses wither

Letter from estate

In my ineffable dreams
Evening sadness intertwined.
Myrrha Lohvitskaya
 
Yesterday I read – Turgenev
Charmed me once more.
Sunset west was purple
And, depreciating in the future,
Called me to the past.
Light snow fell

Polonaise «Titaniya»

“Mignon,” aria of Filina
 
I call myself Titania, queen of fairies,
I, a moon-curly nymph – night!
My page, my accomplice, dumb Morpheus,
Weaved June,
Voila Harrier
Not only blow –
Be gone!
 
Fragrant, like dream of childhood,
And, like a moth, lightweight,
I flutter everywhere and I’m uplifted
With my wing,
World became eagle

Poem about people

Is it possible to be long acquainted with men?
I would have wanted, but I can’t.
All is anxious in relations of men:
Think so, and not so understand!..
 
I always came up to another with whole soul:
Sincere, impulsive, hopeful
And it always ended inevitably
That the alien remained alien.
 
If the little brother finely flatters me,
I despise him secretly.
But more intolerable is second group:
For foolishness, many insults bearing.
 
And I’m insulted at them: from them what
To ask, in large part insignificant?
I’m tormenting by lying doubts:
In self nobody can dissuade!
 
And each will be left right in his way,
Irrevocably lost for me.
I don’t run people, but I’m certain,
That I meet people, having lost them…
 

Prologue

Вы идете обычной тропой, –
Он – к снегам недоступных вершин.
Мирра Лохвицкая
 
I
 
Прах Мирры Лохвицкой осклепен,
Крест изменен на мавзолей, –
Но до сих пор великолепен
Ее экстазный станс аллей.
 
Весной, когда, себя ломая,
Пел хрипло Фофанов больной,
К нему пришла принцесса Мая,
Его окутав пеленой...
 
Увы! – Пустынно на опушке
Олимпа грезовых лесов...
Для нас Державиным стал Пушкин,
Нам надо новых голосов.
 
Теперь повсюду дирижабли
Летят, пропеллером ворча,
И ассонансы, точно сабли,
Рубнули рифму сгоряча!
 
Мы живы острым и мгновенным, –
Наш избалованный каприз:
Быть ледяным, но вдохновенным,
И что ни слово, – то сюрприз.
 
Не терпим мы дешевых копий,
Их примелькавшихся тонов,
И потрясающих утопий
Мы ждем, как розовых слонов...
 
Душа утонченно черствеет,
Гнила культура, как рокфор...
Но верю я: завеет веер!
Как струны, брызнет сок амфор!
 
Придет Поэт – он близок! близок!
Он запоет, он воспарит!
Всех муз былого в одалисок,
В своих любовниц претворит.
 
И, опьянен своим гаремом,
Сойдет с бездушного ума...
И люди бросятся к триремам,
Русалки бросятся в дома!
 
О, век Безразумной Услады,
Безлистно-трепетной весны,
Модернизованной Эллады
И обветшалой новизны!..
 
II
 
Опять ночей грозовы ризы,
Опять блаженствовать лафа!
Вновь просыпаются капризы,
Вновь обнимает их строфа.
 
Да, я влюблен в свой стих державный,
В свой стих изысканно-простой,
И льется он волною плавной
В пустыне чахлой и пустой.
 
Все освежая, все тревожа,
Топя в дороге встречный сор,
Он поднимает часто с ложа
Своих кристальных струй узор.
 
Препон не знающий с рожденья,
С пренебреженьем к берегам,
Дает он гордым наслажденье
И шлет презрение рабам.
 
Что ни верста – все шире, шире
Его надменная струя.
И что за дали! что за шири!
Что за цветущие края!
 
Я облеку, как ночи, – в ризы
Свои загадки и грехи,
В тиары строф мои капризы,
Мои волшебные сюрпризы,
Мои ажурные стихи!
 
III
 
Не мне в бездушных книгах черпать
Для вдохновения ключи, –
Я не желаю исковеркать
Души свободные лучи!
 
Я непосредственно сумею
Познать неясное земле...
Я в небесах надменно рею
На самодельном корабле!
 
Влекусь рекой, цвету сиренью,
Пылаю солнцем, льюсь луной,
Мечусь костром, беззвучу тенью
И вею бабочкой цветной.
 
Я стыну льдом, волную сфинксом,
Порхаю снегом, сплю скалой,
Бегу оленем к дебрям финским,
Свищу безудержной стрелой.
 
Я с первобытным неразлучен,
Будь это жизнь ли, смерть ли будь.
Мне лед рассудочный докучен, –
Я солнце, солнце спрятал в грудь!
 
В моей душе такая россыпь
Сиянья, жизни и тепла,
Что для меня несносна поступь
Бездушных мыслей, как зола.
 
Не мне расчет лабораторий!
Нет для меня учителей!
Парю в лазоревом просторе
Со свитой солнечных лучей!
 
Какие шири! дали! виды!
Какая радость! воздух! свет!
И нет дикарству панихиды,
Но и культуре гимна нет!
 
IV
 
Я прогремел на всю Россию,
Как оскандаленный герой!..
Литературного Мессию
Во мне приветствуют порой.
 
Порой бранят меня площадно, –
Из-за меня везде содом!
Я издеваюсь беспощадно
Над скудомысленным судом.
 
Я одинок в своей задаче,
И оттого, что одинок,
Я дряблый мир готовлю к сдаче,
Плетя на гроб себе венок.
 

Tale of lilac brush

Pastel
 
Singing the moon nocturnes,
May ranted of ghostly bacchante,
Chilled his heat with dew from urn,
And slid feet, like sleigh,
With white-apple powder.
Wishes are shackled by sultry bumblebee…
And shining with elephant whiteness
Of even teeth, night whispers:
“We’ll lay wedding bed on the meadow,
We’ll throw lilies of the valley, azaleas
There, where wander thoughtful does,
There, where we told at first
Heart to heart the vague worries,
Vainly awaiting fulfilment,
Like steps unclear in the ash”…
Here the moon slipped in amethyst
Of queen’s eyes, hidden by sleepy tulle,
And dreams of May fluttered with hive,
And got stuck in brushes of lilac…
 

Thus appear poems

We sit at morning tea,
Or we go to sand of the sea,
We frequently upset one another
And bitterly cover the temple with silver.
 
Though life with lilac flowers
And tighter than seasoned wines,
You will betray with suspicion,
You seek guilt in my actions…
 
In vain! If me and you,
But are not all, my friend, to you the same.
Am I completed with the Blue
Or with Rose I live for long time?..
 
In what is the eternal confidence?
But it’s sorrowful to me, that, maybe
To inhale life into a poem,
I must put something to death…
 

Violet trance

O, Lily of liqueurs – o, Creme de Violette!
I drank dreams of violets violet vial…
I at once ordered the convertible
And sat on grey maple in satin interval.
 
Pulled with black velvet, chauffeur – and my henchman
Touched handles, and startled motor,
Went into space, like neighing stallion,
And delighted wind my beret from me tore.
 
I ordered to give “full.” I ordered cheekily
To bewitch nature and mix up the way!
I ask the chauffeur, when he refused, -
Roar! And through nature – somewhere and somehow!
 
Did village meet – no voices, no huts!
Crashed into dark forest – no tree, no stump!
When engine blew I chewed through the hands!..
I got drunk, all got drunk on the way!
 
And suddenly – dumbfounded maple walker with gesture insane:
I noticed lily in the waterfalls.
I bow before it, of joy humpbacked,
Thanks: for the meeting, for happy end.
 
I’m intoxicated. I am wise. I am quiet. A dreamer I am.
And am I guilty that pricks of lilies
So rarely can be met, that way without lilies is gray?..
O, poison of dreams of violets – o, Creme de Violette…
 

Hodasevich

In happy home, to bourgeois dear,
He cut from calico lyrical
Costumes, which could wear
The season: rotted cheap calico.
 
Abroad, however, he thinks,
And in him some parable appeared:
I’m ready to wash Venus in a trough,
Having become leader of critical thugs.
 
He, do you see, suggests cleanliness,
And swollen like Gogol goes,
And that, holding himself Derzhavin,
 
Drip the mummies and the face
And to the living smokes the incense,
Because her jealousy burns him, like rye.
 

Legion's Paradise

[Chorus]
Paradise-dise-dise-dise, you want a lot
Paradise-dise-dise-dise, Roberto fucks you up in pieces
Paradise-dise-dise-dise, you want a lot
Paradise-dise-dise-dise, Roberto fucks you up in pieces
 
[Verse 1]
Yo, doggy, yo
And the dogs is fart
Porn with mongooses, God have mercy
Unicorns, goulash, take a shit and run
Porn with grannies, Roberto is in heaven
Little cow milckcka , Roberto is Olympic
I don't know what to say, I'm complicated
I was having sex in the dark I've put my dick in shit
And the bottles is human, Yahoo.com
Don't refuse a rape, it ain't nice
If I catch you, I'll give you to the dogs, 5SOS
There's no life after death
Well done dying, it can't be
And if I suck dick, what?
I suck dick, but why?
 
[Chorus]
Paradise-dise-dise-dise, you want more
Paradise-dise-dise-dise, Roberto fucks you up in pieces
Paradise-dise-dise-dise, you want a lot
Paradise-dise-dise-dise, Roberto fucks you up in pieces
 
[Verse 2]
I, Roberto on Facebook, here I have finished
They said the VAT decreases, I suffered, I took a piss
I write on paper, eat spinach, hit with a stick, I don't like you
Say 'horse', I rap, I don't know how to do it
Don't cry, little dog, it's the day of
Celebrating legajuana, my dick is big
Thanks Obama, asshole, I'm just a little fish
I came to read the comments, you're a jerk
We were going crazy, I don't care what you will say
Radiate horse cereal, do you want to suck dick or not?
I don't like physics, trucks
My paws hurt, cats is wild
 
[Outro]
Roberto doesn't give, Roberto takes and does it
Peace out
 

After Eternity

I remember thing you said
As a sea that remembers the shore
Waves discover the wind
As the heart will discover from a shore
 
The night illuminates the morning
That illuminates me when I die
And how can I run away anymore
From your memory to my sanity
 
Until after eternity
Until before everything
We will meet, you'll see in the end
Time is a sea but not the shore
 
Until the end of the wind
Until the light goes out
We will meet, you'll see in the end
Time is a sea but not the shore
You'll see in the end
 
A star fells from the sky again
And someone made a wish
The sun drowns in the water
Like how I drown in you
 
You will know how happy I was at night
That you came to me in a dream
With happiness upon your face
I saw the good that you found a place
 
Until after eternity
Until before everything
We will meet, you'll see in the end
Time is a sea but not the shore
 
Until the end of the wind
Until the light goes out
We will meet, you'll see in the end
Time is a sea but not the shore
You'll see in the end
 
Until after eternity
Until before everything
We will meet, you'll see in the end
Time is a sea but not the shore
 
Until the end of the wind
Until everything goes out
We will meet, you'll see in the end
Time is a sea but not the shore
You'll see in the end