The country's morning
We'll find them again
Embraced in the bed
and it doesn’t matter that so early
we'll look around without
Looking for anything
The materials of safeness
are sweet words
recorded on tapes
for these which were came late
but the heart took them
with the arms opened
The salvation of soul
is a great thing
like a relaxation journey
with a hidden wound
An empty beach
to extend
the step of our life
and it doesn’t matter that so many kisses
before they got old
were taken by the wave
And there, on the edge of the line
we gift
our old pieces
to those which were so small
but they casted a shadow
in order to look like palaces