On his knees on the sandy orbit,
Our palms are covered with frost.
Why is this all happening
Why the world is spinning and not spinning?
A little bit of coffee with the taste of gasoline
Please, pass me the monthly cane.
Save me, please the scent of the ocean,
I believe in the day of the Holy will not stop.
Let this day - this is just a picture
And your hands - dry clay,
Let the water in me dries
Man does not live until he loves...