Текст песни Octo Made - Синий Кит

the songs of the whales have become my cradle
velvet blanket with the smell of warm April
going to astral, I want to wake up
and hear your good morning

everything is so confusing
thin fingers
keys, tease
like you right
sad ball is to blame
you yourself explain
but it was not
while you were sleeping

you sleep so hard

this is only our sea

your whaler will kill every living creature in me
and the last gull falls about the earth, having spent all its strength
before it's too late change your anger to mercy
Doriana's gut was slowly rotting.

this is only our sea