And the sea is gray, and the clouds are black.
Mood's nonsensical and I'm feeling lack.
Be my friend, the night, hold my wishes tight.
I'll make haste tonight till the morning light.
I will dab myself by the hazy soot,
I won't be ashamed in a crazy mood.
I will drop a stone but it won't be drowned,
Like my autograph it'll make the round.
And I'll go away from the landing pier
To the endless land never disappear.
And The Sea Is Gray...
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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