What was that, a city-view, or, maybe, a sea-view?
I remember myself on the balcony next to you
But what was the reason of that growing noise
Was it roar of the city or rolling waves voice?
Touches were soft, and your fingers were gentle and warm
Was it the rushed city in evening or a sea in the storm?
I closed my eyes and it seemed that I heard the pulse
Were those birds pigeons or maybe they were seagulls?
The power of nature was so cathedral beneath
I can’t remember exactly what was after kiss.