Текст песни состояние птиц - XVIII

oceanfront dream
tends to the limit of your dreams
under the careless attitudes of stars
I weighed the stones on the palms
and it seemed to me to build a bridge
stepping over all obstacles
I can go up to his full height above the ocean
but the waves grind pile and cement wash
I am burning , because the moonlight so burn inside
and only at the bottom of the water in peace without seeing mirages and reflections
I realized the folly of his ways
He became the captive of undercurrent