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 omеned 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