The Golden Shell

Born to the sound of the raging sea I drank the stillness Songs of the shore sounded perfectly serene Echoing in my shell Yet, I am just a myth, exotic plot line May the sky be flooded at the bright crack of dawn And may the horizon lose a battle to the storm Don't you hide behind your sad and violet eyes I'll fail to forget you even in the afterlife Cherishing smells of the wildflower beds Grain of rice in my hand (in my hand) Our collision, omеn to our end And so it begins Rеflections of the moon are pointless to trap May the sky be flooded at the bright crack of dawn And may the horizon lose a battle to the storm Look at me with violet watered eyes, one last time I'll fail to forget you even in the afterlife