My winged dreadnought swims into depth of the night
Only St. Elmo's fire ruthlessly cuts through the darkness
All cowards - shore loafers long scattered away
The rest are with me and keeping guard fearlessly
Even if all spiritual ammo is to be exploded
Space and time are to be pierced, I won't reach the place
Where my strange compass keeps pointing stubbornly
Where on the thin ice run the trains of your days
The invisible night air sleeps on the braced wing
And Aurora, like a wake, flows into the void -
I'm enchained by it's flow as if in a melting glass
And radio tuned only into your frequency
Still keep looking on a horizon of Never,
I'll send you a message with a white post whale
Here years surge against the stem - dark and salty as water
And sing their song over the strong steel board
But the only quay is high and the sky is low
The dreams pull us from the depths on our long way to the Spring
Ribbed side of the zeppelin through the thick clawed mist
Catches the silver flash of the sharp propeller
So turn away already and stop looking at the horizon of Never
And don't wait for a message with a white post whale
Years surge against the stem - dark and salty as water
And sing their song over the strong steel board
Take my word, I'd set all the ammo off
Pierce space and time into the place
Where my strange compass keeps pointing
Where on the thin ice run the trains of your days
Into Never…