Текст песни Игорь Никольский - Океаны

On a shelf are notebook - to write easily ,
Append - many times harder .
In me - Ocean unspoken poems ,
Each sings his own - in his own way .

And at night the consciousness cuts the rope - swim ! -
But the waves of paper drowning my line ...
In me - Ocean unexpressed love.
Nourishes it alone your river .