From the golden beach,
From the softest sand,
Thrown lightly away
By somebody?s hand.
It?s my senseless life
Now years away,
Now miles away,
In the desperate waves
.................
One small suffering stone,
Whizzing further and further
It is looking for coast,
But he never will see it,
And will never be home.
He just wants to be drawn
But the way back – is longer
Every mile – he?s stronger
He?ll never be home
And he has to perish
He just wants to be drawn
But not to be carried
On the waves of the monster
Further and further
.................
Death for him – is not scaring
Loneliness is dreadful
Neither ocean-monster
Can not be compared
To the depth of your eyes
Blue depth of your eyes
I wish to be drawn
But I?m going further