Письмо [Pis'mo] [English translation]

A Letter

Artist: Splin

If only you got caught into summer storm

On July summer night, on the Baltic Bay

You haven’t seen the magic of these lines

The wave that’s so pleasant to touch

The sand that the stones are scattered on

That picture that’s never changing here

If only we could get on that train again

That runs through this time belt

Towards the needle which shows to the pole

The window with the ever changing picture

It will never reflect the party we had on the coach,

And we’ll never wake up next morning together

The night is late

At last I’ve reached the point.

The address, the post-office…

Don’t get worried for I’ll never give a line to you

Silent voices

Hardly reach my ear at night

Letters are dancing

I’m writing but never waiting for an answer

Thoughts and rhymes

The light and sounds all that remained

Numbers are dying out

I called just to hear the voice

The rider(horseman) has stopped

The rider has stopped, the river got too tight in its bed

Boarders and lines

I love no needing a reply

Translation by olenka-ga©

• Artist:Splean