The crooning of the waves,
That are so timid and are so light.
The sunny morning,
That makes us all forget the stormy night.
Immersed sublimely in the tranquil bliss
Of listlessness and rest, beneath abyss of heavens
Scarcely we recall the troubles of the past.
They’re gone, and the new days ahead
Will grow up in number and the vast,
Abundant in events of nature good and bad
Our life will go on… Or, maybe I’m wrong
And life is not as long as we would like to think.
So let us drink this cool refreshing wine of
Crooning of the waves that are so strangely lit
This sparkling sunny morning.
Crooning of the Waves
© Copyright: Дитрих Липатс, 2003
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