They were waiting for us yesterday And they weren’t allowed to die… Cold sea squeezed the hearts with its hands, Stars were crying since being helpless… Don’t’ believe it, they can’t be dead. White sea froth that you see Is they Slight warm wind that you feel Is they And this rain is salty tears… Can you hear the whisper: “Why...”? But these tears belong to us Because sailors don’t ever cry… (Август, 2002)
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