The song of the city disappears in the sea
A serpent swallowed it whole
Birds catch fish
And one by one, people were left to dry on that seashore

Before falling into sleep our eyes met
That fingernail pinned a dream to the ceiling
Outside a small house
The sound of swimming in the storm

The people of this town have sold their souls
Swayed by that field of flowers

Those who sing of the wind
Arе swathed in feathers
And carriеd far away